Hendrix (Raleigh Raptors 3)

“Fuck. Agreed.” I lowered my head to her breasts and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

“Hendrix!”

Now that was a sound I liked echoing off the walls. I licked and teased the tips of her breasts until her breaths came in quick pants and her hands gripped my biceps.

“Rule two is out. Everyone in the whole world will know you’re mine, and I’m yours, and that’s the way it is. No exceptions,” I growled as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of her yoga pants.

“I’m good with that.” She arched her hips, and I peeled the fabric off her long, luscious legs. “As long as you strike rule number three officially because this is going to happen more than once today, alone.” Her voice was all breathy, and it made my cock twitch.

Or maybe it was the sight of that black thong nestled right where I wanted my tongue.

“Agreed.” I kicked out of my shoes. “Rule number four?”

“Which one was that again?” She shoved my shorts and my boxer briefs down my hips, and I let them fall to the floor. “You have so many rules. It’s hard to remember.” She glanced down between us, then licked her lips. “But I definitely remember that.”

She reached for me, and I captured her wrists. “We’re not done here yet. You touch me again, and I’ll fuck you across the kitchen and into next week.”

“Promises, promises.” She leaned forward and nipped at my lower lip.

“Rule four was we agree on the date.” I released her hands and sent mine between her thighs. “You’re so damned wet I can feel you through the fabric.”

“I’m always wet for you.” She kissed my neck.

“God, Savannah.” I wasn’t going to make it. All the words I’d planned out were going to go to waste because I couldn’t fight my need when it came to her…but I could fight my need for her. I saw a pair of scissors next to the empty moving box at the end of the island and took them in my hand. Then I snipped the strings holding her panties together.

“Hendrix!” Her mouth dropped as I cleared the fabric away, leaving her completely, utterly naked.

“I’ll buy you a thousand new pairs so I can do the same to them,” I promised with a growl, dropping the scissors into the box and attacking her neck with my mouth.

“Fuck rule four. I say instead of picking a date, it’s every day. I’ve missed your mouth, Hendrix. Your eyes, your laugh, your hands. I’ve missed everything about you.” She gasped as I slid two fingers inside her without warning.

“Every day,” I agreed, stroking her pussy with long, slow thrusts, curling my fingers to get her right where she needed it.

“I need you,” she whimpered, grasping my waist to pull me closer.

“Not until we hammer out rule number five,” I argued and strummed my thumb across her clit.

“Shit!” Her hips bucked against my hand, chasing the high she knew I’d give her.

It took everything I had, but I removed my hand and stepped out of her embrace, backing away until I felt the other counter at my back.

“Hendrix!”

“Rule number five,” I said slowly, ignoring that my cock had its own pulse at this point. “Was that our hearts don’t get involved.”

“I remember,” she said softly.

“I want our hearts very involved. Rule number five should be that our hearts are as tangled and fused as possible, Savannah, because I don’t want a night, or a month, or a season, I want a lifetime with you.” I swallowed. “This is as honest…and as naked as I can be about it.”

She smiled, and my heart took off at a gallop.

“I know we’re not at the proposal stage. Hell, I’m just trying to get you to the openly dating stage here, but that’s where this is headed. Forever. You and me.”

“My heart is very involved,” she said, her voice breaking. “I love you. Forever sounds like a good plan to me. I’ve seen what my life looks like without you in it, Hendrix, and I don’t want any part of that misery. I want you, and us, and this. Every day.” Her eyes filled with tears.

I crossed the space between us, into her open arms, then kissed her long and deep. “I love you, Savannah,” I said against her lips.

“I want all of you,” she replied, winding her arms around my neck.

“You have all of me.” I lined up the head of my cock to her entrance, then slid home in one smooth thrust.

We both gasped.

Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I took her with long, sure strokes. We kissed and touched, both giving into the hunger that had brought us here in the first place. But this time was sweeter, hotter—it meant more.

It was everything.

When her thighs locked and her muscles quivered, I slid my thumb between us and stroked her clit to push her over, then fell over the cliff right with her into the hardest orgasm of my life. It nearly took my knees out, but I did what I should have done in the first place—held onto her—and stayed upright.