Page 63 of Silver Fox Puck

“You were waiting for this,” I growl into her throat.

“I was,” she gasps. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

That’s all I need.

I tear my jeans open, fist my cock, and drive into her in one deep, brutal stroke that has her gasping beneath me, her back arching, eyes wide and wild. She’s so tight, so fucking warm, I almost lose it right there and then.

“Jesus, Kenz,” I hiss. “You’re perfect.”

Her fingers claw at my back, pulling me closer, deeper. I start to move—slow and rough, then faster, harder, as her hips buck up to meet me. Every sound she makes spurs me on. Every breath, every cry, every choked-out curse as I fuck her like I’m trying to erase the space between us.

What happens next? A blur of tangled sheets. Desperate moans.

A pace that starts slow, teasing—then quickly turns into something else entirely.

Something reckless.

Something raw.

Because this isn’t shy.

This isn’t sweet.

This is two people who pushed too far, for too long, finally breaking.

Her bra is gone. Her legs are shaking. And when I look down, when I see the way her body takes me—tight, slick, clenching with every thrust—I know I’m ruined.

She feels too good. She sounds too good. She ruins me.

And when I finally bring her over the edge—

When I feel her shatter beneath me, around me—

When her whole body locks and she screams my name, breathless and broken, and I follow right after, groaning into her neck as I come hard, buried deep inside her—

I know. I know I’m so completely fucked.

Because this isn’t just sex. This is something else entirely. And I have no idea how to walk away from it.

The room grows silent after.

The only sound is our uneven breaths, slowing in the aftermath. Kenzie is curled against me, her bare skin warm against mine. My touch skims lazily down her back.

I should leave, but my body won’t move. I can’t let go of her skin. My mind won’t let me pretend this didn’t just change everything.

Because for the second time since my divorce—I don’t want to leave. I didn’t want to in Denver. I don’t want to now. I stare at the ceiling, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

It wasn’t just the sex—though, fuck, the sex was unreal. It was everything leading up to it. The push. The pull. The fucking challenge in her eyes when she dared me to finally take her.

And the way she fell apart in my arms like she’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.

This was never supposed to happen.

Not like this.

Not with her.

Fuck.

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