He gazed into her eyes. “You’re mine. Not Griffin’s. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours,” she said.
He relaxed again, kissed her tenderly, and wished he could just let it go at that. Even knowing it would make him mad all over again, he had to know. “Tell me what you’re doing with Griffin tomorrow.”
She stroked his hair. “We’re visiting my brother.”
“I thought Griffin was leaving.”
“He’s here another week.”
He grunted, not happy with that. “I’ll go with you.”
She kissed him, her hot tongue stroking him, and he felt himself pulse inside her, growing harder again. “I don’t want fighting in front of my brother,” she whispered near his ear. “It’ll be okay.”
He was about to roll off her, irritated with himself for wanting her when she was clearly playing with him, when she informed him, “I’m on the pill and healthy, just so you know. So we can—”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Birth control.” He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten that. He never forgot.
She laughed. “Yes, fuck.”
He let out a breath. “I’m healthy too.”
“Good.” She cupped his ass and squeezed.
He bit back a groan. This was not good. The wanting. The sharing her with another man.
“Maybe you should work things out with your husband,” he said, hating himself for saying that when he loved her so damn much.
“Don’t you give up on me!” she exclaimed just as she smacked his ass with both hands, hard enough to sting. Instinctively, he thrust inside her, hard and deep. She moaned and looked at him, challenge in her hazel eyes. “Teach me, Dave. Teach me that I’m yours.”
Raw desire pounded through him. He stood, kicked off his jeans and boxers, and pulled her to her feet. Dave was not one to back down from a challenge. Or a teachable moment.
~ ~ ~
Steph lay down on the bed and watched as Dave set his glasses on the nightstand and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“Steph,” he said in a low, husky voice. “I’m honored that you chose me.”
Tears unexpectedly stung her eyes. Honored. He made it sound like she was something precious. He settled on the bed next to her, lying on his side. She reached for him, and they connected with a white-hot heat as their lips found each other. His large, warm hands roamed over her body as they kissed, and she lost herself in his taste, his touch, this fire burning between them.
“You’re mine,” he murmured before brushing his lips across hers. “All mine.” Then his mouth claimed hers, hard and demanding again, and she surrendered with a sigh. His hands slowed, stroking her back, as his mouth slanted over hers again and again. She pulled at him, wanting him on top of her, inside her, and he complied, settling between her legs. But then he nuzzled into her neck, kissing and licking, before working his way down her body, from her collarbone down to her breasts, where he lingered, drawing her nipple into his mouth, making her hips move side to side restlessly.
“Dave,” she gasped as his teeth scraped against her sensitive nipple. “I want you inside me.”
He tsked. “I’m teaching you. That’s what you wanted.” He suckled the other breast, using his teeth and tongue, and the throbbing between her legs intensified. She was going to come if he didn’t stop. She wanted him, needed him, inside her.
“Forget the teaching,” she gasped out.
He moved back to kiss her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. He released her and gazed down at her lips. “Mine. My mouth. Say it’s mine. No one else kisses you.”
“Yours,” she said on a sigh. She never should’ve asked him to teach her she was his. Now he would be slow and thorough like his kissing usually was. She was so turned on already.
He ran his tongue along her earlobe. “Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she said. She moved her hips restlessly against him, desperate for more. His palm flattened against her hip, holding her still.
He kissed along her neck, his teeth scraping her with a delicious thrill. “Mine.”
She sighed.
His teeth held her by the side of the neck, waiting.