Page 5 of Eternally Ginger

The end of his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek, and his head shook from side to side. In one smooth movement, his muscular arms were around my legs, and he lifted me over his shoulder.

Giggles bubbled out of me as he stalked to our bedroom and threw me onto the bed.

“I said, you…” He loosened his belt, clutching the silver buckle in his tightened fist.

“Are.” The black leather snapped out of each loop of his jeans, and I swallowed hard.

“Mine.” Using both hands, he pulled it taut and cracked it open. “Do you understand?” he demanded.

“You drive me insane.” He climbed onto the mattress, his palms circling my ankles, and flipped my body over. My hands naturally caught my top half, and my knees dug into the bed. He pulled at the elastic top of my yoga pants and tugged them down to rest below my ass cheeks.

My tongue wet my dry lips as I nodded. “I’m yours,” I confessed the truth we both knew without me saying. The smooth leather struck my exposed skin, and I sucked in a breath of air.

“Damn right you are,” he declared, tossing the belt across our room onto a pile of clothes. An authentic smile found its way onto my face, and I rolled over to gaze at him.

He raked his tattooed hand through his dark hair that hung just above his cheekbones and grinned, unbuttoning his jeans.

My eyes narrowed. “Where are your boxers?”

“I thought we established it’s laundry day.” He laughed, his fingers circling around his shaft.

“That we did,” I playfully uttered, kicking my pants off the rest of the way.

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