To claim her.
I don’t think.
I just feel.
And hell, this is the best damn feeling in the world.
“Oh God,” Lorelei pants, gripping me harder.
Her fingernails dig into me.
Her hips move faster.
Her cunt squeezes tighter around me.
“Fuck!” I roar, slamming into her one last time.
We come together, and when we’re done, I find her lips again and kiss her. This is a deeper, slower kiss. Less frantic. And much longer.
I linger there, not ready to drag my mouth from hers yet. I want to savour this moment. It’s the moment I make a decision I’ve been grappling with. One that will completely change the course of my life. And I want to remember it along with the way Lorelei’s kissing me—like she wants to stay in my arms forever.
When I finally pull away, I find her gaze. “I love you.”
She smiles. “I love you, too.” Her smile deepens. “And I really love it when you fuck me like that.”
That makes two of us.
I trail a finger down her cheek. “I have something for you.”
Her eyes light up. “What?”
“It’s in the kitchen.” I pull out of her and let her go. “It’ll get you through the next few hours while I dedicate time to this body.”
“Ooh, food! You know me so well.”
We finish showering, and I dry her off. After wrapping towels around both of us, I show her where the kitchen is and nod at the counter where I’ve left a bakery bag for her.
She glances around the large kitchen as she reaches for the bag. “Jack doesn’t mess around when he chooses a home, does he? His place is amazing.” She eyes the beach through the window. “And that view is to die for. I see a lot of time in the sun in my future.”
I rest my hip against the kitchen counter and reach my hand out to place it on her ass. “Jack certainly likes his comforts, and this place is full of them. It’s the complete opposite of the farmhouse he owns in Australia.”
As she opens the bag, she glances up at me. “Jack owns a farmhouse?”
I chuckle at her surprise. “Yeah, it’s out in the middle of nowhere. Near Grafton. He’s had it for about three years, but he doesn’t spend much time there. Still, when he does, he roughs it.”
She’s only just listening to me now because she’s discovered what’s in the bag. “Oh my God, you are the bomb,” she gushes as she pulls a cupcake out. Before I can get a word in, she’s taken a huge bite, and her mouth is full of cake. Cream decorates her lips. Fucking perfect.
“I have chocolate, too, but that’s for later.”
With arched brows, she presses her body to mine. “What kind of chocolate? And do you plan on licking it off me?”
“Fuck,” I growl. “You’re killing me here.”
She snakes her hand around my waist. “Good, because I can’t even put into words what you’re doing to me.”
I reach into the drawer where I stashed the chocolate. I had to search hard in LA for this.
When she sees the Cherry Ripes, her fingers dig into my skin. “Dead. That’s what you’re doing to me. How did I get a man as amazing as you?”