Page 89 of Live for Me

“Don’t let anything take this from you,” he whispered. “This is you and me, angel.Onlyyou and me.”

I dragged my nails across his scalp. “Will you go slow?”

His smile took my heart rate to what I imagined was a very dangerous level.

“I will do anything and everything you tell me to, baby.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

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Anything she told me to do.

Easier said than fucking done.

Having to, very consciously, control and restrain myself in those moments probably landed in the top five most difficult things I’d ever done in my entire life. For all the effort I was putting into reminding her to just experience that one moment as it happened between us, I was constantly telling myself that I just needed to keep it together and keep it gentlethistime, so she’d trust menexttime.

I didn’t make any attempt to get her into a different position. If she panicked, I wanted her to be able to see my face. Even though she didn’t seem to have much of an interest in that while I was on top of her. She actually seemed to go out of her way to try to hide from my sight even. Her arms were locked around my neck to try to hold me as close to herself as possible, and she’d buried her face against my neck.

The concern over whether or not she was okay was a welcome distraction, nonetheless.

I needed to focus on that.

Because that was the only thing keeping me from being the fuckingTen Second Tomof every woman’s nightmares.

I tried telling myself for a minute that it’d just been a long damn time since I’d done this without condoms. That was why it felt like I could die the moment that we were done here, and I’d be perfectly content with my life’s accomplishments. But that just wasn’t the truth.

This weird little woman was where my life had always been headed.

Everything about this was different.

I forced my arm under her neck so I could essentially cradle her entire head against me to give myself the chance to speak right into her ear.

“You feel so good, Memphis. So. Fucking. Good.”

The tiny whimper that came out of her in response to my words made me want to find out what she sounded like when she screamed, when she couldn’t keep it together anymore, when she really let go.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

Fuck.

“Colt, please. Keep going. Just like this.”

Fuck, again.

All the fucks.

So many of them.

Nothing but fucks.

She dug her nails into my neck, and she arched up into me. I couldn’t do anything but fucking pray that this was what she felt like when she came, because I wouldn’t be far behind her. At some point, I’d stopped with the steady motion of just rolling my hips, and I realized that I’d gone to full-blown pounding into her. I forced myself off of her just enough to be able to look down at her when I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. I watched her bite down on her bottom lip with that final thrust rather than let loose whatever scream should’ve been able to escape.

“Jesus, Utah.”

Back to Utah.

Just that fast.

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