“Well then, do it.”
“I will.” He flashes me a naughty grin that has my stomach muscles tightening and my legs flexing around his hips. “Eventually.”
I rotate my hips, pushing my wet pussy against his full cock, and he moans, narrowing his eyes down at me playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
“Me?” I roll my hips again and grin when he bites his lower lip. “I just want you inside me.”
He suddenly reverses our positions, rolling us across the bed, and I’m now on top, straddling him. I grip his hands in mine, linking our fingers and holding them down at either side of his head, and kiss him deeply as I continue to grind on him, spreading my juices up and down his hard, thick cock.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you’re fucking with my head.”
“I think I’ll fuck with something else too,” I murmur, and lift my hips, feeling the tip at my opening. I sink down until he’s seated inside me. “God, you feel good.”
He pulls his hands out of mine and grips my hips, raising and lowering me on him. I lean back and plant my hands on his thighs and ride him in earnest, hard and fast, glorying in the look of complete rapture on his face, the feel of his hands gripping so hard on my hips that they’re sure to leave bruises, and the feel of his rock-hard cock thrusting mercilessly inside me.
Making him lose himself like this is my undoing.
He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist, takes my nipple into his mouth, and suckles hard, pulling me even harder and deeper onto him.
“Come,” he commands, and sucks on the other nipple, and his harsh voice sends me over into an amazing orgasm. I push down and clamp on to him, grinding against him, riding the wave of the orgasm.
He suddenly lifts me off him and crawls quickly off the bed, turning me so my legs are dangling off the side and I’m facedown into the covers and pillows that have been scattered about.
“My feet can’t reach the floor.” My voice is breathless as he plants himself behind me and grips my hips roughly in his callused hands.
“Wrap your legs back around my thighs.”
He slams inside me as my calves clench the backs of his thighs, and he grips one wrist behind my back and pulls my hair with his other hand, holding me down against the bed as he fucks me blind.
It’s the most savage he’s ever been with me, as though he’s reminding me with every thrust just whom, exactly, I belong to.
After just a few thrusts, he slams into me and stills, coming hard. He groans my name and releases my wrist and hair and then bends over and plants wet, openmouthed kisses across my shoulders and on the back of my neck.
“Mine,” he whispers before pulling out of me and helping me back onto the bed. He wraps himself around me. “I think we could both use a nap,” he murmurs, and kisses my cheek.
“Okay.”
He brushes my hair back off my neck and kisses that tender spot just under my ear.
I sigh deeply, and before I know what’s happening, the words “I love you” leave my mouth.
Josh tenses up behind me, and my eyes go wide as I realize what I’ve said aloud, my body also stiffening.
Fuck, what do I say now?
Josh suddenly pulls me onto my back and leans up on his elbow to look down at me, watching my face carefully.
He’s not saying it back.
He’s not saying anything at all.
His eyes narrow on my face and he gently brushes a single strand of hair off my cheek.
“Say it again.”
I feel tears fill my eyes; tears of frustration and embarrassment and love as I shake my head no.
He catches a tear with his thumb, and his eyes soften as he continues to watch me.
“Say it again, Carolina.”
Oh, how I love the sound of my name on his tongue. That alone almost makes me cave, but I resolutely shake my head no.
He glides his hand down my face, down my neck to a breast, where he brushes his thumb across my already-puckered nipple, making me gasp. His lips twitch as his hand moves farther south, over my stomach to my center. But instead of sinking his fingers inside me or worrying my clit with his thumb, he just cups me in his hand and leans in to kiss my cheek in that soft way he does that makes me sigh.
“Cara,” he whispers, and moves over me, his cock already hard once more, and slowly slips inside me. “Say it again.”
“You say it,” I whisper so softly I’m not even sure if he’s heard me.
With his body filling mine, covering mine, his eyes holding mine, he leans on one elbow and grips my hand with the other, holding it between us.
“I love you, Carolina Donovan, more than I ever thought was possible.” He nudges his nose against mine and then rests his forehead on my forehead, sighing deeply. “I don’t remember what my life was like before you.”