All the Way (Romancing Manhattan 1)

“I wish it was.”

“Me too.” She lays her head on my shoulder. “I’m so tired.”

“Let’s go take a nap.” I stand with her in my arms and climb the stairs to her bedroom. The covers are still peeled back from her tossing and turning in them all night. I lower her to the floor, pull her baggy shirt over her head, and let it fall to the ground, pleased to find that she’s not wearing a bra.

I place a kiss on her collarbone and tug her pants down her legs, along with her panties. She leans on my shoulder as she steps out of them, and rather than lie on the bed, she fists my shirt and pulls it up at the sides, silently telling me that she wants me naked too.

I’m more than happy to oblige her.

I shuck out of my shorts, guide her back onto the bed, and kiss her until neither of us can breathe.

“Missed you,” she whispers. “Two days feels like two months.”

“Mm,” I murmur, agreeing. I can’t stop kissing her soft skin. Her shoulder, down to her puckered nipple, and then down her belly. I circle my nose in her navel and then bite the soft skin above her hipbone. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” she says with a smile.

“I’m going to spank this perky little ass of yours.”

Her head comes off the pillow and she stares at me in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me.” But I’m in no hurry. I pull my middle finger through the crease of the back of her knee and smile when she wiggles from being tickled. “I’m going to explore every delectable inch of you. And before I’m done, I’m going to slap your bottom.”

“Okay.” She smiles and then bites her lip when I gently graze over her pussy lips with my fingertip. “Oh God, Finn.”

“You like that?” She nods emphatically, so I do it again and watch her moan. She’s always been so responsive. “Nothing turns me on more than turning you on.”

“Yeah, well, you’re good at it,” she says, her breath coming faster now. “Sometimes all you have to do is look at me in a certain way, and my panties get wet.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. And when your lips twitch because I’m silly? I just want to jump you.”

“Well, jump away, sweetheart.”

I kiss her hip and she digs her fingers into my hair, holding on tightly, redirecting me to her pussy, but I shake my head.

“We’re doing this my way.”

“Why?”

I look up at her until she meets my eyes with hers.

“Because I said so.”

“You know, the bedroom is really the only place that I’ll put up with that.”

I laugh and bite her thigh. Hard. “Oh, don’t I know it.”

Rather than give her what she wants, I kiss down her legs and tickle her inner ankles with my nose. Her legs are scissoring, her head thrashing back and forth as I nibble and kiss my way back up the other leg, but rather than plant my face between her legs, I flip her over and pull her hips up, then plant my palm on her ass with a resounding smack.

“Fuck,” she says.

“Did I hurt you?”

She smiles back at me. “Only in a good way.”

I slap her once again, and then do exactly what I know she wants the most. I spread her cheeks and bury my face in her folds, licking and sucking. I push my finger inside her and grin when her most intimate muscles clench around it, almost to the point of spasms.

I push her back down on the bed, press her legs together, straddle her, and push inside her, groaning at the tightness that grips around my cock like a damn vise.

“Jesus, London, you feel damn good.”

“Don’t stop,” she replies. She can’t move much in this position, but her hands are fisted in the linens, holding on tightly as I hold on to her ass and thrust in and out, picking up the pace until I feel the orgasm begin to build in the small of my back.

I want to see her beautiful face when I come inside her.

I pull out and flip her back over, spread her legs wide, and slide back home, making us both sigh in absolute pleasure.

“Let my legs go, please.”

I comply and she wraps them around my waist, then crooks her finger, asking me to come closer to her.

I lean on my elbows, my fingers buried in her hair, and kiss her firmly, letting my lips roam over her mouth. I bite her lip gently. She arches her neck up as the contractions in her womb begin.

“Finn.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m right here.” I move faster, just a little harder, and watch the flush make its way up her chest and neck and over her face. “Come for me, London.”