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Make Me (Sterling Shore Series #10)(52)



"Make me," I finally say.

His eyes narrow even as a dark grin turns up the corners of his lips.





Chapter 52



DALE



Relief fills my veins as the fire sparks back in her eyes for the first time since I fucked this all up. It takes a concentrated amount of effort not to stalk her as she slowly backs away, batting her lashes at me while wearing that coy little grin that drives me insane.

"Strip," I tell her, causing the lower half of my body to wake up and pay attention.

She bites down on her lip as her hands go to the hem of her shirt, not hesitating to pull her shirt over her head.

I slowly start undoing my belt, noticing the way her eyes start tracking my movements with a little uncertainty.

As if I'd fucking hurt her with the belt.

"I'm not really a Dom, remember?" I ask, somewhat amused as her eyes come back up.

She cocks her head as I toss the belt to the bed. I have plans for it, but not the plans she thinks.

As I strip out of my shirt, Harley starts pushing her pants down her legs. My eyes fasten to her when she reaches back and undoes her bra. I love everything about her body, but like any guy, I have my favorite parts.

Finally, as my jeans drop to the floor, Harley shimmies out of her lacy underwear, and I bite down on my knuckle, trying to bring enough pain to my body to keep from launching myself at her like an animal.

A hungry, desperate, horny animal.

As the light pain shoots through my hand, I find a little control, and I watch as she slides her hair to her shoulder, her eyes trained on me.

"What now, sir?"

And I'm back to biting my knuckle.

Finally, I take a long breath, watching her eyes that dance with knowing humor. She's completely aware of what she does to me.

"Put your hands out in front of you."

She does immediately, her hands straight out like she's ready for flying lessons. I take a few steps forward, wearing nothing but my boxers that don't exactly hide too much. Her chest rises and falls a little faster as her eyes drop and find proof of just how hard she's made me already.

Before Harley, I had to be with a girl for a long damn time before I walked around in the light with just my boxers on. With Harley, all I ever see is lust. She never mentions my leg in a hesitant way. Her gaze never lingers on it like it's bothersome.

With Harley? I have the confidence of a Sterling. And it just makes me love her more.

I take both her wrists, feeling the soft skin against my fingertips. Her breath hitches, and her eyelids droop, as though the one touch is all she needs to start trembling in my grasp.

And that is another reason I love her.

She never hides her desire from me. I never should have questioned how she felt. I knew you couldn't fake her reactions, yet the insecure, stupid part of my brain made me worry she was too good to be true.

And I almost lost her.

Never again.

I push her arms out, bending her elbows, and then bring her wrists on top of each other. She looks like she's hugging a phantom pole in front of her when I finish.

"Stay like that," I tell her as I go to the bed.

"Are we playing an I dream of Genie scene you favor?" she asks, confusing me for a second as I look over at her.

She smirks and tries to twitch her nose-looks more like her mouth is doing circles the way a rabbit would when eating a carrot-and then bobs her head once.



       
         
       
        

My eyebrows go up as I see her holding each of her elbows.

"That's not the position I put you in," I point out. "And I have no genie fantasies."

Her eyes heat as her hands slide back to where I had them, one wrist on top of the other as she resumes to hugging an imaginary pole.

I grab the belt from the bed, and her eyes drop to it as I push the end through the clasp, dragging it down until there's just a small circle.

Her eyes come up to meet mine, and I smirk as pull one of her fists up, sliding it through the loop, then bring the other up, placing her wrists back together, and tighten the belt.

Then I jerk the belt tightly, and her mouth parts to release a sexy little sound of surprise.

She doesn't threaten my balls as I lead her to the bed, so I know she's game. "On the bed."

At my command, she puts one knee on the bed, her hands out in front of her, and I keep the belt in front of her while stepping in behind her. The bed has perfect little wooden slats for this, so as she lies back on the bed, I pull the belt through one of the slats, dragging her arms above her head until her hands open up and grip one of the slats.

The bottom of the belt comes back down until I'm winding it around my hand at her stomach, where I decide to kiss her.

"How many orgasms do you think it's going to take to make you say it?"

Her body shivers.

"I-I don't know," she stutters.

A small smile curves my lips.

"I think we'll start with four and work our way up from there." Her eyes widen, seconds before my lips fasten to her clit.

Her hips jerk, but I use my weight to pin her legs down as I start working her over, demanding her body to respond. It doesn't take long before she's crying out, which lets me know she hasn't been taking care of herself in my absence.

"One," I say, counting, offering a barely-there, brief reprieve before my mouth is on her again.

"No, I can't … it's too sensitive … I-oh!"

Her babble turns to whimpers as I work her over. My mouth is demanding, but my fingers are teasing, grazing against the spot she wants me, enjoying how wet I've made her.

But I deny her anything inside her, even as she tries to grind against me, desperately seeking the fingers I refuse to give her.

Her body stiffens under me as I swirl my tongue and suck, and she cries out again.

"Two," I murmur, about to go back.

"I can't," she hisses as my lips seal back over her very sensitive-

"I love you," she says, causing my entire body to turn to stone.

My eyes dart up as my mouth releases her. She looks down the length of her body, licking her lips to wet them as her half-lidded eyes strain to stay open. 

"Say it again."

Her smile turns up. "I love you."

I'm up her body, kicking my boxers off along the way, and coming down to claim her lips before she can even giggle.

I kiss her hard, drinking in the sound she makes as I settle between her legs. Both of us groan when my cock brushes against her entrance. I decide I'm done teasing, and I thrust in, feeling her entire body shudder as I sink all the way inside.

My back goes stiff for a second, because I'm worried I'm about to go off inside her after one thrust. As soon as the sensation ebbs, I rock inside her again, still clinging to the belt.

She whimpers, our lips just resting lazily against each other, and finally I thrust hard. I kiss her when she cries out, a spasm causing her to clench around me. It takes me a second to realize she's already in the middle of her third orgasm, and it's so much tighter, making it even harder to keep my own composure.

I reach down with my free hand, grip her hip, and then my rhythm increases, drawing out her orgasm even as I fight off my own. The wet glide is like being incased by smooth velvet that is suctioning to me with every move of my hips.

I want to stare at that sexy look on her face all night. All week. All year. For as long as I possibly can.

Heat shoots up my spine, and my balls start to pulse, warning me, but I can't hold off any longer. I want to keep watching her, but my eyes screw shut unbidden as I finally lose the battle.

Everything in me goes tight as I thrust in again, feeling her clench around me at the same time and crying out as her fourth and final orgasm ripples through her. It feels too good.

I lose the belt during the process, only noticing when her hands are suddenly on my shoulders, her nails digging in as she tries to keep me as close as possible.

I practically collapse on top of her, keeping a portion of my weight supported on my elbows as my body shudders inside hers, still coming.

Her fingers run through my hair, and I fight to stay awake. Holy shit.

"Best. Orgasms. Ever," she says between pants, and I laugh under my breath before kissing the neck so close to me.

"I love you," I whisper against her neck.

Her arms tighten around me, and her legs come up, fastening me in place as she locks them together behind my back.

"Good. Because it sucks when we're not together," she says on a sigh, causing me to grin. "And I really do love you," she adds.

I spend the rest of the night making her say it over and over.





EPILOGUE



One month later …



HARLEY



"My father is married," Maverick states, his face entirely too pale as he drops to a seat across from us.

Dale's arm stays around me, and his hand grips my shoulder tightly. "What?"

"Married," Maverick repeats, staring blankly at nothing at all. "Like, he put a ring on someone's finger and said he'd only fuck her for the rest of his life."

"The horror," I mock gasp, smirking.

But when he doesn't give me a smartass remark or even a snarky glare, I start worrying. He's really, really pale.

"When?" Dale asks him, his face just as serious.

"Two weeks ago, but he just told me yesterday. He called to tell me he got married on a cruise, and he's going to extend his vacation into a honeymoon."

"Ian Sterling married," Dale says, shaking his head.