Page 68 of The Break Down

“Take me bare this time. I don’t want anything between us.”

My eyes fall shut.

Fuck.

Gratitude floods my chest like a wave—hot and heavy and too much. I slide out of her, chest rising hard, and toss the used condom to the floor.

Then I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me, my hands spanning her hips.

“What are you—” she starts, breathless.

But I silence her with a kiss, greedy and sweet all at once, before guiding her into position.

“You’re in control this time, Red.” My voice is low, reverent. Wrecked.

“I want you to ride me. Wanna see you come while you bounce that hot body up and down on my dick.”

Her eyes go wide.

Then she slams her mouth to mine—teeth and tongue and fire.

She lifts up, positioning herself, slick and ready.

When she sinks down?

Holy fucking hell.

My head hits the pillow with a groan as she takes me inside.

All of me.Raw.

“S’good,” I pant, hands gripping her waist like she’s the only thing tethering me to this earth.

“How do you feel so fucking good?”

She leans over me, mouth brushing mine, and says the thing that fucking ends me.

“Because we were made to do this, Koa. You and me. I’ve felt it since day one.”

I nearly come on the spot.

I grip her hips harder, eyes locked to hers.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s right.”

“You’re mine, Red,” I growl, animalistic, needy, and so turned on I might explode, “and I’m yours.”

She smiles and when she rides me, slow and deep and full of purpose, I realize something terrifying:

This isn’t just the best sex of my life.

It’s the beginning of everything.

I love her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FINLEY

I’m lying on his chest, warm and boneless and wrapped in the aftermath of something I don’t even have words for.

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