Page 121 of The Rebound Plan

“But Tiller?—”

I press my fingers to Russ’s lips. “Is a paranoid asshole who cheats a lot. He didn’t want kids, and I don’t think he trusted my IUD, either. And that’s the last time we should talk about him while we’re mostly naked.”

He pulls off his own shirt. “I’m not naked enough.”

Then he scoops me in his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to a very nice bedroom that really isn’t that messy at all.

And the unmade bed is seriously inviting.

He lays me down and I watch as he strips. All those freckled muscles are mine now. All that lovely golden red hair leading down to that incredible cock, thick and proud…mine.

And my feelings are reflected in the expression on his face as he crawls on top of me and peels off my panties.

He inhales lustily as he caresses me, moving me beneath him to open up. “I don’t deserve how fucking hot you are, but I’m never letting you go anyway.”

“Stole the words from my mouth,” I say.

He pauses with his cock just at my entrance and looks down at me. “No expectations. Just feelings, okay? If you come, that’s amazing. If you can’t, we’ll try something else. I just want to be inside you.”

“I need it, too.” I pull him down on top of me and he rolls his hips, sliding his cock home in a breathtaking thrust.

I gasp, crying out, and he cradles me in his arms. I’m perfectly full. He’s buried in me, all the way to the root, and everywhere he can be touching me, he is.

When he starts moving inside me, it’s like an earthquake, heavy and profound.

This man is going to fundamentally reshape me body and soul.

He already has.

“Tell me you’re with me, Shannon.”

He cups my face, holding my gaze.

“I’m with you.” I hold his gaze. This big, mighty giant looks down at me with so much vulnerability it makes my heart hurt. It’s as if he needs to know it’s him I want. So I give him the eye contact, and I say his name over and over again.

Russell, Russell, Russell.

As my body melts around his, getting warmer and slicker and softer, the vulnerability in his gaze is replaced with a bright confidence.

“That’s it. God, you’re making me feel so good,” I tell him.

“I love you like this,” he murmurs as he moves inside me. “Beneath me. Taking my cock bare. Nothing between us.”

I shiver at the reminder of how intimate this is, even for our first time.

His eyes spark at my reaction, and his voice goes rough. “I love you on your knees for me, too.”

I nod, my mouth watering at the reminder.

His thumb traces the corner of my mouth. “Open for me. Show me where I’m going to be coming for the rest of my life.”

I moan.

“There’s my slut,” he growls.

And that’s… oh my God. That’s perfect.

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