“I love you too,” I whisper against his mouth. “So much…”
“I need you in my life.” He runs his tongue down the column of my neck, stopping to suck at the sensitive dip between my neck and shoulder.
“Gah.”
He rumbles with laughter. “What’s that?”
I can’t form an answer.
Ribbons of desire uncurl and float through me as he licks the pad of his thumb. “I could come just from watching you do that.”
One corner of his mouth hitches up. “That right?”
I’m hyperaware of his hand sneaking under my T-shirt, grazing my thigh, and finally, of him rolling his thumb around my sweet spot.
“It means you’re going to do that,” I whisper.
“Do what?” He slips a finger inside me.
“Touch me there.”
He adds a second finger. “Where?”
My toes curl into the comforter, balling it up under my feet.
“Oh, God.” He goes deeper, hooking his fingers to rub the sensitive spot inside he alone has discovered and claimed.
He pushes my shirt up with his free hand and rains kisses from my stomach to the tops of my thighs. I struggle to sit up and wrestle the shirt off, then brace both hands on the mattress so I can watch his fingers disappear in and out.
I sigh and fall back as he picks up the pace. Tendrils of pleasure ripple down my legs. Warm, gentle waves reverberate throughout my body.
“Do you have any idea how addicted I am to making you come?” He presses another kiss to my inner thigh.
I glance down at him. “Maybe a little bit of a clue.” I let my head fall back.
The bed shifts. There’s the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then he returns, covering my body with his, entering me in one long, slow stroke.
“Come here,” he says softly, gathering me into a full-body embrace. I wrap my arms and legs around him, tipping my hips so he can thrust deeper.
I can’t stop running my hands through his hair and down his back. Over his strong, sturdy shoulders. He dips down, taking my mouth in a blazing sweet kiss. When he draws back, he’s wearing that feral smile again.
He pulls out. I gasp in surprise. “What are you doing?”
In a quick, determined move, he lifts my hips and flips me over. “Show me that pose that drives me fucking nuts,” he demands.
I peer over my shoulder and arch a brow. “Which one?”
“Lady’s choice.”
I shift my knees hip-width apart and stretch my arms in front of me, pressing my chest to the mattress. This one always seems to make him the growliest.
“Fuck yeah.” His rough palm skates over my back. Under me, the mattress dips. Strong hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him as he slowly slides home.
I gasp and squirm, shimmying my hips. “You’re too big for my britches.”
His deep, warm laughter bubbles over me. “Fuck, I love the stuff that comes out of your mouth.”
He pushes forward and I gasp again.
“Easy,” he warns. “Up, up.” He tugs my hips, urgency bleeding into his voice. I press my palms into the bed, lifting myself.
He uses the new position to adjust his angle and slide in deeper, slowly at first, giving me time.
“Oh, fuck, that’s better.” I moan and arch my back, digging the heels of my hands into the mattress for leverage.
I’m panting, squirming, and pushing against him when he drapes his body over me, one hand resting next to mine to keep the bulk of his weight off me. He pushes my hair to the side and kisses my shoulder.
“Shelby.” His raw, gritty voice spirals my desire even higher. “I’m fucking you doggy-style and it’s not even forty-five minutes later.” He rumbles with laughter. “Admit my intuition is on point.”
I attempt to crawl forward but he won’t let me, digging his fingers into my hips and pulling me back against him. The gesture says everything. Rooster may be sweet but he’s in control. Exactly the kind of man I want.
Still, I can’t help teasing him. “Actually, right now, you’re being smug.” I wiggle my hips and barely bite back a moan. “Not fuckin’.”
“Yeah?” He lets out a deep growl and jerks his hips forward. Hard. “How about now?”
This time, I let go and surrender, stretching my arms in front of me again. I suck in a ragged breath. “Your intuition is king.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbles out of him. He picks up a slow, steady pace, gliding along the perfect spot over and over.
“Oh. Right there.”
He kisses the curve between my neck and shoulder, scraping his teeth against my skin. Tingles burst over me, joining the riot of sensations. He slips his hand between my legs, swirling his fingers around my clit. “You like that?”
“Y-yes.” I tightly close my eyes, concentrating on the building pleasure.
He squeezes my ass, giving me a soft pop on each cheek before hammering into me with short, quick strokes. “Love your body. You drive me wild all day. Do you realize that?” He trails his fingers down my spine. “Love how soft you are all over. Fit me so well.” He grazes my inner thighs. “Love how strong you are too.”