“You’re mine now,” he says against my lips. “You understand? You give me this, Red, and I won’t stop. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
“Then ruin me,” I whisper.
And he does.
Right there in the back of the shed, while the world spins on, with one of his big hands tucked into my panties, finger fucking me like my life depends on it, and it just might—Koa Jackson proves he owns my body, and I shatter in his arms.
I just hope there’s enough of me left to deal with the breakdown.
Hopefully that won’t be till later.
Much later.
CHAPTER NINE-KOA
Her mouth is soft and wild under mine.
Every sound she makes, every gasp, every needy little whimper, goes straight to my cock.
I grind against her, slow and rough, letting her feel exactly how fucking hard I am.
She lets out this wrecked little sound, and I lose it.
I’m not kissing her anymore, I’m devouring her.
My hands are everywhere.
Under her tank, across the swell of her breasts, gripping the curve of her hip like I’m trying to anchor myself.
She’s hot, flushed, trembling, and so fucking mine.
At least for now.
“Fuck, Red,” I breathe against her neck, dragging my mouth down her skin. “You feel that?”
She nods, eyes dark and glassy, pupils blown wide.
Her hips rock against mine, and it’s like a goddamn religious experience.
I can feel her heat through those tiny little shorts and the only thought in my head is get them off, get inside, don’t stop until she’s ruined for anyone else.
But I pause. Just long enough to choke out, “Tell me to stop. Right now. I will if you say it.”
I will. I fucking will.
Even though every cell in my body is screaming to take her.
She doesn’t say stop.
She says, “Don’t you dare.”
And just like that, I’m gone.
My mouth crashes down on hers again as my hand slides beneath her shorts, beneath her underwear, straight to the slick, aching heat I’ve been dying to touch. My fingers find her wet and ready, and fuck, I nearly come from that alone.
“You’re soaked,” I growl, nipping at her jaw. “All this for me, baby?”
She nods, but I need to hear it.