The Wrong Gentleman

“I can guarantee you that I’m going to do my best to be the man you need.” I wanted to be everything for Skylar.

She bit down on her bottom lip. “I just want you to be you.”

I nodded. “I know. And I’m going to do that. And if I get it wrong then you can bollock me, but it won’t be because I don’t want to get it right or because I haven’t tried.”

She grinned at me. “This,” she said. “This I believe. And it’s why I’m here.”

“Because you can bollock me?”

“No. Because of your lack of bullshit. Because even when you’re not telling the truth, you’re still a good man. You’re you.”

I pressed my lips against hers, overcome with the need to be closer to her. I shivered as she ran her fingers through my hair then clasped them around my neck.

Relief turned to lust as I became acutely aware of her body pressed against mine. God, how I’d missed this. Just being near her, her honeysuckle scent filling the air and her skin against my fingertips. I never wanted to let her go.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, pulling away from my kiss, her fingers trickling around my neck and down to my chest.

“I’m sweaty.” I should never have gone running. I should have stayed in to wait—perfectly clean and groomed and ready for her.

“I like it.”

I grinned. “You do, hey?”

“I think maybe you need to get me a little sweaty so we’re even.”

“I can manage that.” I pulled her shirt over her head, holding back a gasp at the sight of her breasts pushing over the top of her white bra. I threaded my fingers into the lace, desperate to feel her, then pulled her nipple between my finger and thumb.

She blinked, lazily fumbling at the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it off and discarded my shorts before undoing her jeans and pulling them down her legs. I looked up at her from my knees. Jesus, she was beautiful. She rested her hands on my shoulders and stepped out of the denim, and I knew this was where I belonged. With her, ready to give her everything.

She had me on my knees in every possible way.

She slipped off her bra as I peeled off her knickers and pressed a kiss to her stomach.

“I need to shower,” I said, ignoring my throbbing cock.

“I like you like this. I like you every way.”

I ran my hands from her ankles up the back of her shins, thighs, and then over her bottom, reminding myself of how utterly perfect she was. “Sit down and lie back.” I needed to taste her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her thighs to either side of my chest, and lay back, her arms over her head. The sight of her sweet pussy tugged at my cock, and I leaned forward and breathed her in.

My Skylar.

She groaned before I’d even touched her. Just the heat of my breath inches away from her had turned her on—that was a real victory.

I grinned. The physical stuff between us had always been fantastic. I didn’t expect it to have changed.

“I’m warning you,” she said. “As much as I want your tongue on me, I’m going to need your dick.”

I growled and pressed my mouth against her heat, unable to hold back any longer. She was wet and slick, and I licked and sucked as if she were my last meal. I wanted to make up for all those weeks I hadn’t seen her, all those things I’d said to her outside the restaurant. But most of all, I wanted to be buried in her—my fingers, my tongue, my dick. I wanted my body to be as lost to her as my heart was. Within seconds, she was writhing on the bed, begging me to stop, for more, for release. She pulsed underneath me, her clitoris engorged and hard. She was so close. If I were a cruel man, I’d have pulled back, made her wait. But that wasn’t what she needed. She needed to come. She needed me to make her come, and I’d vowed I’d do my best to give her everything she needed.

I slid two fingers deep inside her, and she began to orgasm immediately. Her stomach contracted and her back arched as she cried out. Fuck, she was beautiful like this. She belonged to me. As much as I wanted to get her back to London as soon as possible, I wasn’t sure I was ready to let her leave this room any time in the next year. I needed to own her like this. Needed to show her that she’d been mine since the moment I’d seen her in the bar and would be mine for the rest of time.

I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a condom, covering my cock as quickly as possible. I had to get inside her. Make her come again. That was my mission now. I wanted to make sure she understood that we’d never be apart again.

I nudged her legs apart and coated the crown of my cock with her wetness as she lay, dazed, in front of me.

“You ready?” I asked. “I’m going to make you come over and over and over.”