She giggled as she turned her face to look at him. “I guess.”

He grinned before biting her tit. She cried out, arching her back as he laughed. “Get dressed.”

“Seriously!” she cried as he crawled off her and went to his dresser.

“Yes,” he said without turning to look at her. As he reached for a pair of shorts, she couldn’t believe he wanted to go right now.

“But I’m naked.”

He looked over his shoulder and nodded. “And you’ll get that way later too.”

“You’re impossible!” she complained, sitting up and climbing off the bed. Heading toward her room, she was almost to the bathroom when his arms came around her waist, stopping her.

She looked back at him and he dropped his mouth to hers. “I changed my mind.”

Turning her in his arms, he lifted her up, her legs and arms wrapping around him as he carried her to what she assumed was the bed. But she was wrong. When her ass landed on the cool surface of his dresser, she hissed out a breath against his lips. But then she gasped for one when he smacked her thighs open, dropping to his knees.

With his eyes full of lust, he said, “Just sit back and relax.”

And then his mouth was between her legs.

Arching against the mirror on his dresser, she grasped it with her fingers as his mouth moved along her wet lips. After scooting her to the edge, his mouth dove into her and she brought her legs up onto his shoulders as he devoured her. Letting her head fall back against the mirror, she gasped as he took her wet lips between his own. When he tongued her entrance, she opened her legs wider, holding her ankles to give him full access.

Leaning back, he shook his head as he drank her in. “So hot, so fucking hot,” he muttered before dropping his mouth onto her. Squeezing her eyes closed tightly, she dug her nails into her ankles as he swirled his tongue around her clit, his other hand holding her open while his fingers slid in and out of her. As he sucked her clit between his lips, she cried out, her body seizing as he fucked her with his fingers and assaulted her with his mouth. Her belly clenched, her heart slammed into her chest, and soon it was too much to handle as she came hard against his mouth, coming completely undone beneath his talented lips.

Gasping for breath, she looked up at the ceiling, filling her lungs and letting the air out in a whoosh. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but before she could even regain any kind of composure, he slid his hands between the opening her arms and legs made, taking her by the waist and lifting her off the dresser, suspending her in the air.

She cried out in shock, but he said, “I got you. Put my cock in that fucking hot pussy of yours.”

Breathless, she almost came again at his demand. She loved when he talked to her like that. It was very primal of him and made her shake with need. Letting go of her ankle, her hand shook as she took his cock and directed it inside of her, both of them groaning as he disappeared into her. As her head fell back, she grabbed hold of her ankles again as he pulled out of her, only to thrust back into her and then pull out again, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He was going slow, drawing out of her in such a delicate but perfect way.

But he was driving her crazy.

“Harder.”

When he slammed into her, she cried out as he lifted her and she raised her head up to look at him. “Harder?”

She could only nod, speaking not an option as his mouth turned up in the most sinful way. Taking her mouth with his, he pulled out of her, almost all the way before slamming back into her and repeating each thrust harder, leaving her breathless. She cried out against his mouth, her orgasm rattling her soul, her body clenching his as his nails bit into her hips. Soon he was fucking her so hard, her whole body was shaking from his thunder-like thrusts. The smacking sound from her ass hitting his thighs was almost as loud as her heartbeat, but the best sound was the three words he growled in her ear.

“I love you,” he said roughly in her ear as he thrust one last time, a harsh moan leaving his lips. “So fucking much.”

Letting her ankles go, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as his cock pulsated inside her, filling her. He took a few steps back and then sat down, her ass hot against his thighs as he took hold of her face and kissed her swollen lips. Threading his fingers in her hair, he squeezed a fistful of her hair as he deepened the kiss and her belly fluttered with desire for him.

With love.

Pulling away only a breath, he kissed her lips once more before she opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were full of such tenderness, such need, it left her fighting for her next breath. Reaching up, her fingers traced his lips and she couldn’t feel anything but utter completion. Before, when he’d been gone, waves of missing him and yearning for him would drown her. But now, she was drowning in her love for him.

He was really there.

He was really hers.

And nothing could take him away from her.

Not even him.

She is finally mine, Jordie thought as he watched Kacey dress. His body was still shaking with the aftershocks of their amazing lovemaking but also with the deep-down, life-altering connection he had with her. Sitting on his bed, he couldn’t believe it. When she said it was too good to be true, she wasn’t lying. They just fit. It was like they went right back to how they were. Except now, he wasn’t denying his feelings. No, he wanted to scream them, not only at her but also to the world. He was with the girl of his dreams. His everything.

He still worried though. What if he relapsed and hurt her all over again?