Page 58 of Uxpectedly Ever After

His eyes darken, and the look on his face makes me squirm because that look right there? It promises very dirty things.

"That," he says, his voice dropping to that gravelly register that turns me to liquid, "I can definitely do."

He's filthy from the fire, but I don't care. His mouth tastes like smoke and salt when he crushes his lips to mine, his arms banding around my waist and lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his hips, gasping when I feel how hard he already is beneath his black uniform pants.

"I love you," he growls against my mouth as he carries me toward the bedroom. "Fuck, I love you so much it scares me sometimes."

"I love you too," I whisper, and the words come easier this time. Less terrifying. "Now get these disgusting clothes off and get in the shower before I change my mind."

His laugh rumbles through his chest and into mine. "Bossy as ever."

"You love it."

"I love you," he corrects, setting me down on the bathroom counter. "The bossiness is just a bonus."

His pants hit the floor followed by his t-shirt. I drink in the sight of him—that ridiculous body that makes my mouth water, the tattoos rippling over muscle as he moves, the exhaustion evident in the set of his shoulders.

He turns on the shower and holds out his hand to me. "Join me?"

Ten minutes later, we're both clean, my back pressed against the tile wall of the shower as Banks kneels in front of me, his mouth between my thighs, forcing me to feel nothing but him. His hands grip my hips, keeping me upright when my knees threaten to buckle, and the hot water runs over us both as he works me with his tongue until I'm gasping his name.

"Missed this," he groans against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder. "Missed the way you taste. The sounds you make when you come for me."

“You were only gone a few hours.”A few hours that took ten years off my life.

“Don’t care,” he says between licks. “It was too long.”

I gasp when he hits a sensitive spot, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. "I need you inside me. Now."

He's on his feet so fast he slips a little and I laugh, but then it dies when he spins me around so I'm facing the wall, his front pressed to my back. My face presses against the cold tile as one of his big, calloused hands slides around to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple.

"Like this?" he asks, his breath hot against my ear. "You want my big dick in your tight little pussy, Freckles? Want me to take what I want?"

I whimper when I feel the thick, heavy length of him rub against my ass, his fingers pinching my nipple. "Yes, please, yes."

His other hand slides up my thigh, yanking my legs apart while he pushes me further against the wall so I bend. The head of his cock slides against me, slick with pre-cum that mixes with my arousal. He’s right where I want him, where Ineedhim, and when he thrusts, it's with enough force to make my body slide up the tile. He does it again and again, fucking me with a force that makes the head of his cock hit places inside of me that make me weak.

My palms flatten against the tile, bracing myself as he sets a rhythm that's just on the right side of rough.

"Mine," he growls, his voice a rumble I feel all the way down my spine. "Say it, Clover. Tell me you're mine."

"Yours," I gasp as he hits places inside me that curl my toes. "I'm yours."

His hand slides down to rub against my clit, and I nearly burst out of my skin at the rightness of it. It’s so good. So,sogood. "And I'm yours," he says, his voice suddenly soft and reverent even as his body pounds into mine. "Only ever yours, Freckles."

The intensity of it all—his words, his touch, the emotional rollercoaster of the day—sends me over the edge embarrassingly fast. I come with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

He follows seconds later, his forehead pressing against my shoulder as he pulses inside me, my name a broken sound on his lips.

For a long moment, we just stand there under the cooling water, his arms wrapped around me from behind, his hands splayed protectively over my stomach where our baby grows.

"We should probably get out before we freeze," I finally say, hating that I have to move away from him at all but the water’s starting to get uncomfortable.

Banks presses a kiss to my shoulder. "Probably. But I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

"You don't have to," I tell him, turning in his arms to face him. "Not ever again."

The smile he gives me is soft and sweet, so different from his usual cocky grin that it makes my chest ache. "Promise?"

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