907 For Keeps Way (Cherry Falls)

I sit up.

“On your knees,” he says.

I furrow a brow as I do as instructed.

“You requested this,” he says. “And I’m happy to oblige.”

Oh.

My body clenches as he lines himself up behind me. My breath stalls in my chest. I tilt my hips up for him as he presses himself against my opening.

The release I’m after is this close.

I bite down on my bottom lip as he grips my hips. His fingers burn into my skin as he flexes his own hips forward.

There. In one slow yet steady motion, Dane’s cock fills me.

“Oh, shit,” I say, the words barely intelligible through my moan.

I still, absorbing the sensation of being wrapped around Dane McDaniels. I’m so full that I don’t think I could move anyway.

On an exhale, he pulls himself back until he’s almost removed from me.

“You feel so damn good,” he says.

“Again,” I beg, clawing the blankets.

He slides into me again, pushing until the head of his dick is pressed against my cervix. The contact makes me gasp.

I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on staying present—breathing through the exquisite almost-pain—as he slides out and then back in again.

He repeats the process over and over. He pulls out and them shoves himself in again. It’s a delicious torture.

I tilt my hips and rock back as he presses forward. The contact of our bodies ripples through the room.

“Damn, Kaylee,” he groans as he does it again.

I peek at him over my shoulder. His eyes are closed, his jaw set. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his lips part. He draws in a ragged breath as he pumps his body into mine.

He’s being careful. Thoughtful. He’s taking it easy on me. The tenderness in his touch is sweet, and I appreciate it—especially considering that he knows it’s my first time in a long time.

The first time since Derrick.

But what he doesn’t know—and what I didn’t realize until this very moment—is that I’m not going to break.

My ass up in the air, my body fully exposed to this Greek god of a man, I’ve never felt more certain of what I want. And I’ve never felt more confident in asking for it.

“Dane,” I say, his name on a breath.

He grips me harder as his eyes open. “Yeah?”

A slow smile spreads across my cheeks. I rock against him, this time a little harder. The force of it catches his attention.

His eyes sparkle despite a slight hesitation in them.

“Dane, fuck me.”

It takes a second for the words to register. But I know the moment that they do.

His grin mirrors mine. His fingers bite into my skin. His thrusts grow harder, more forceful, driving his cock into me so deep that it hurts.

It hurts so damn good.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, his words thick with a restrained desire.

“Yes!”

“Watching your ass bounce like that …” He rams into me so hard that I yelp. “Dammit, Kaylee.”

My head falls forward as I feel his cock swell. Coupled with the intensity of each stroke, I can’t take it.

My climax builds higher and higher, my vision filling with a rainbow of colors.

He says something, but I can’t make it out over the white noise in my ears.

His palm smacks the globe of my bottom.

“Ah!” I say, the contact giving me what I need to fall over the edge.

There is no looking back.

My body spasms around him. I lose all control. I scream, my voice echoing as my arms give out.

He holds my hips and flexes into me, losing himself. I wish I could turn around and watch him, but I can’t. I can’t do anything but concentrate on the delicious way my body milks the orgasm.

Finally, he pulls out, and my hips drop to the bed.

Every cell in my body sings. All the places that I hold stress are freed. I could close my eyes and fall into the most blissful, relaxed sleep that I haven’t had in ages.

I could. But I don’t.

“You,” he says, climbing on the bed beside me, “are a naughty little thing. Aren’t you?”

I don’t look at him. I just lay with my cheek against the blanket and my eyes closed. “It would seem.”

He presses a kiss to the side of my face. It makes me smile.

“I really like getting to know all these sides of you,” he says.

“Me too.”

“You like getting to know these sides of you or me?” he asks, laughing.

I open my eyes to find him watching me. “Both?”

His body looks spectacular next to me. But his smile? That takes the cake.

A realization occurs to me that requires a moment to process.

Being with Dane makes me happy. He’s smart and handsome and funny. And I love the way he makes me feel about myself. But what I also love, maybe even more than that, is that I can tell that I make him feel that way too.