Page 103 of When You Were Mine

“Yeah?” Need rode so high, he couldn’t look at her. Because if he saw even a hint of consent, he’d…

“I don’t want it to be a parallel life. I want it to be us. Now.”

Intention surged through him. He got up so fast the dishes rattled. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. Dumping her onto the mattress, he grinned at the way she laughed, so free and unencumbered. The humor faded as he gazed into the eyes he’d missed desperately. “You want to be with me?”

Biting her bottom lip, she squirmed beneath him and nodded.

“I don’t mean fucking. I’m asking you if you’re going to give us a second chance.” He held her gaze, letting her know how serious he was. Life or death, he had everything riding on her answer.

But she didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, Trevor.” She pulled him down on top of her sweet, sexy body. “But you have to promise you won’t hurt me again.”

“Elzy, I finally have you back. I won’t do anything to hurt us. You’re mine.” He kissed her cheek. “Mine.” And then, her other cheek. “Mine.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I will dedicate my life to making you happy. I’ll treasure you and listen to you, love you and support you.” He couldn’t wait another moment to claim her mouth.

Once he fell into the soft, slick heat, desire yanked him under. A slow, delicious churn of arousal sent his nerves thrumming. He loved the way she responded to him, matching his need, his hunger.

Lowering his hips, he wedged his cock between her legs. Her scent, her hands in his hair, the press of her plump breasts against his chest, enflamed him. Sitting up, he peeled off her wool socks. Kissing the soles of her feet, he smoothed his hands up her thighs until he reached the waistband of her pants. After unbuttoning and unzipping them, he peeled them off her body, then went back for the scrap of hot pink lace that stretched across her hips. The damp patch on the gusset of her panties stirred him up, and he yanked them off, burying his face between her legs and licking the wet length of her.

She gasped, her ass rising off the mattress, and grabbed the back of his head to keep him close. He wasn’t going anywhere. He wanted her moans and the restless shift of her hips. And he fucking loved that gush of slickness when he licked just the right spot.

As his tongue flicked and circled the little nub, she rocked against his mouth, her fingers curling in his hair. Her sounds grew more frantic, and he loved it. Loved the way she let go and surrendered to pleasure.

He wanted this—her—them. Wanted it more than anything, and he couldn’t believe he had her back.

She reared up, tearing off her sweater and unclasping her bra. Pulling him up by his shoulders, she kissed him desperately, wildly. “I almost walked away from this. I almost let fear keep me from us.”

“I would never have given up. You have to know that. I’ll spend the rest of my life winning you back.”

“Get naked. I want all of you.”

She didn’t need to ask twice. With hungry eyes, she watched as he jumped off the bed and tossed aside his clothes. “I hate every second we lost.”

“It’s gone.” Or so he hoped. “It’s over.”

The moment he tossed his black boxer briefs aside, she reached for his hips and pulled him to her. Her warm hand fastened around his cock, and she licked around the head.

Sensation tore through him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. That hot tongue worked him all over, getting him wet, driving him wild, and then, when she sucked him into her mouth, it flicked and explored him from tip to base.Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. His hands clamped the back of her head, and his hips rocked. It took every ounce of restraint to control himself.

Pleasure spun through him, winding him up, and he needed more, harder. She must’ve sensed it because she grabbed his ass and pulled him hard up against her, taking his cock deep into her throat. He pumped, frantic now, but his climax was just out of reach. And he knew why.

He needed all of her, their bodies pressed together, her pussy clamped around him like a slick, wet fist. So, he pulled out, tipped her back onto the mattress, and straddled her. Cupping her breasts, he pushed them together and lowered his face into her cleavage.

Her feminine scent connected with his core. Lust spiked so hard it almost hurt. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and pinched the other while his cock rocked over her stomach.

“Need you,” she gasped. “Now.”

Stretching out over her, he lined up at her wet opening and sank into her tight, hot channel. “You feel so good.” When her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands clutched his ass, he drove into her. He loved the way she met his thrusts, loved the sexy sounds she made every time he slammed home.

But he was going to come too soon, so he pulled out and flipped her over. Hiking up her hips, he slammed back inside. The jiggle of her ass, the bounce of her tits, made him lose his mind. He reached for her, filling his palms with her breasts, holding them lightly enough to feel them shake.

When he pinched her nipples, a rush of desire spilled all over his cock, and he kept one hand on her breast while the other sought her clit.

And then, he drove into her again and again. He lost himself completely in sensation, desire, need. And when her head tipped back, when she cried out, when her hips swiveled and twisted as if she were trying to get him inside her as deeply as possible, he lost control.

He came in fiery waves, one climax following another. Stars exploded behind his eyelids, and he soared through a state of pure elation.

Elzy, Elzy, Elzy.

She’s back.

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