Bossy Grump

“What are you doing?” She whispers.

“Taking you to my room.”

“Straight to the point, huh, Lucky?” She pulls at my tie.

“No. I just—” I pause.

How do you tell a woman you’re bristling with agony every second her skin isn’t on yours?

A minute later, I lay her down on my bed and sprawl out beside her. Sliding an arm under her, I close my other arm around her. She’s pressed to me, this blond bundle I want to savor.

We’re tangled together like no tomorrow as our mouths go to work.

“This.” I kiss her forehead again, letting my lips linger. “This is all I need.”

I move my hand up her back and thread my fingers through gold silk, twining her hair in my fist. She gives me a boiling look when I pull, gently at first.

Her face goes rosy when she smiles up at me.

“Ward, this is nice. I feel safe with you.”

My grip tightens. I’m squeezing her closer to me, rumbling like thunder in her ear.

“You are, sweetheart. I’ll never let anything hurt you.”

Her lips find mine with a sweetness like a strawberry love potion.

The kiss is long, slow, infused with emotion I’ve never known. It’s so fucking intense I can’t help but squeeze her even closer, then worry my arms are too tight around her. But when I loosen my grip, she hugs me like she’ll die if I let go.

This is a woman like none I’ve known, and I don’t deserve her. The sympathetic ear, the comfort, it was never part of the bargain.

I deepen our kiss as my cock throbs with a fever, howling to be inside her. I’m gasping for air when I break away.

“Need to take my shirt off,” I grind out, eager to be free from my clothes.

“Let me,” she says.

I can’t say no to those playful eyes.

So I flip back, easing her up by the wrists, and let her go to work.

She doesn’t frantically rip it all off like she has before. Instead, she undoes each button with slow, almost loving precision. I sit up, allowing her to peel the shirt from my arms.

When I drop to the mattress again, I’m on my back, resting one arm on the bed. The other, ready to seize Paige for life.

Her soft face rests on my chest, planting sweet kisses. The bare skin of her arm grazes mine.

Not enough. I need more, dammit.

“Arm.” Paige reaches for my other arm.

I chuckle, rolling to my side again, all so I can cradle this girl the way she wants.

“Trade you an arm for a leg,” I tell her, my mischief reflected back in her eyes.

She giggles but lays her leg over mine.

My turn.

My lips find hers like a hawk. She meets my mouth with intoxicating warmth, delicious pressure, and the sweetest flick of tongue known to mankind.

This woman is a destroyer, and feathery kisses are her chosen weapon.

The only thing that interrupts us is shifting our weight to shed clothes, and we find each other again quickly when we’re happily naked.

Paige lies on top of me, her bare legs hugging my waist.

We’re skin to skin, and she’s so fucking soft and perfect.

My teeth claim her lip—because it’s either that or else whisper something I can’t take back. Whisper something that doesn’t belong in a contract that isn’t made in the flesh.

I roll us over, throwing her gently on her back so she’s finally under me.

My hand strokes down her body, aiming for the heat between her thighs and intent on caressing until she begs for more.

But she’s already drenched.

My dick throbs so hard my heart stops.

“Damn, you’re ready,” I growl, smothering her eyes with my gaze.

When she doesn’t deny it, I find her lips again and hook my teeth in.

Hell yes, I bite her.

This wild nip of teeth she gives back, our lips sharing the newfound fury in our blood, the need to go at it so hard we hurt.

And it’s the most beautiful pain I’ve ever known when I slide into her.

She gasps, her eyes flitting shut, teeth bared.

“You okay?” I ask, anchoring myself in to the hilt, loving how her pussy molds to my length.

“No. You need to kiss me. Now, Ward.” The words are breathy, barely there, lust channeled and given voice.

I kiss her brows before our tongues meet again and my hips start moving.

Every thrust comes like a hot gale, slick with a need so intense it’s obscene. My mouth claims her nipple, sucking it between my teeth.

I take my sweet time punishing her tits between lavish strokes.

I lay claim to every maddeningly honey-sweet inch of her.

Mostly, I try not to bust too soon because the way she shakes, jerks, and gasps on my thrusts ignites a fire in my balls like nothing else.

Her first orgasm hits in such a fierce convulsion I’m afraid the ripple around my cock might break me.