Page 138 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“I love when you manhandle me. That’s my number two.”

“Good.” He reared up and flipped her onto her belly. She laughed as he pulled off her shirt. “Number three better be my cock, because that’s what you’re getting.” He yanked down her bottoms, smacking her bare ass before reaching into his nightstand drawer for a condom.

She kicked off her shorts. “I mean, it’s a good wiener, but it’s not my number three.”

“Did you just say wiener?” With protection in place, he leaned over her, his chest grazing her back. Hitching her hips, he slowly slid in. “Now, does that feel like a wiener?”

“No. And if I tell you you’re big and so, so hard, will you make it move faster?”

He chuckled, his breath hot in her ear. “Probably. Give it a go. Let’s see.”

“Oh, Slick.” She sounded out of breath. “You’re so big and hard.” Even while she sounded like a melodramatic actress, it was still true. He filled her completely.

“It’s never been like this before.” He kissed her cheek. “And I like it.” He pulled nearly all the way out, and then thrust back in, burying himself deeply inside her. “I like you.”

She could barely stand how good he felt, how desperately she needed the friction and the proof of his desire. “God, Slick.” She pressed her face into the duvet and arched her back, grinding her bottom against him. She loved his hunger for her.

He fucked her like he meant it, like he was telling her with his body exactly how much he wanted her. His finger dipped into her wet cove, finding her sensitive nub. Sensation exploded, making her hot and wild. Hiking up on her elbows, she met his thrusts. Her breasts shook, her hair fell around her face like a curtain, and she needed even more.

Abruptly, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and slid back in. “Need to see you.” His greedy gaze took in her mouth, lingered on her breasts, slid down her stomach, and then locked on to the point where their bodies joined.

He lowered himself to kiss her sweetly, to lick into her mouth reverently. “You fill me, Hellcat. You make me feel whole.”

“Slick.” Her arms wrapped around his neck. “I feel the same way.”

“You do?” He sounded surprised.

“Yes. God, yes.”

He slammed into her. “Say it. I need to hear you say it. I need to know it’s real, and I’m not just making it up.”

“It’s real.” He was fucking her so hard now, he pushed her across the mattress. “It’s so real.” She clutched him, her ankles locking around his hips. She’d felt desire before, sure. But now, when lust collided withlove, it turned explosive.

The seismic shift inside her body threatened to shatter her. Break her wide open, exposing a part of her she’d never seen before. Something soft, new. Tender. And, as much as it terrified her, she wanted to get to it.

Because it would make her vulnerable. And she’d wasted enough time thinking she needed to be tough, on her guard, and looking for those red flags.

But she couldn’t stop what was happening. She was unraveling. The bindings loosening. His breath gusted in her ear, and his grunts turned into helpless cries. They were merging, body and soul.

And it was exhilarating.

So perfect, hot tears streaked down her cheeks. She was crying out, barely able to withstand the pressure, the tension. And all it took to go up in flames was a tilt of his hips, a scrape against her clit…and then, she was flying.

Her head tipped back, her fingers dug into his skin, and her hips slammed up against him. Weightless, she soared across a universe of elation.

Slick pounded into her, losing all rhythm, all control. His hips swiveled as if trying to get closer, deeper. And when he came, he shouted her name. Lowering his head, his hands clamped on her hips and his thrusts tightened, shortened.Slam. Slam. Slam.His skin had a sheen of perspiration as his cries grew more desperate.

When he finally eased out of her, he fell to her side, pulling her into his arms as easily as if she were a rag doll. He kissed her cheek, licked the shell of her ear, and whispered, “Don’t leave me. Give me a chance to get it right.”

“You don’t have to do anything to keep me, Slick. I’m here. I’m all yours.”

The next morning, Lorelei watched him sleep.

Sunrise broke over the mountain, sending golden streaks into the room, landing on his strong back, his surfer blond hair, and a profile that accentuated his strong, masculine features. High cheek bones, a straight nose, and that mouth.My God. Full, expressive lips that conjured fantasies about long, deep kisses.

He’s such a handsome man.

Last night, they’d both set down their armor. They were going to make this work. And if she felt a trace of fear about their future, she knew it would disappear in time. Because he would prove himself trustworthy.

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