Page 67 of Wicked Ambition

Oz ran a finger under the elastic at the waist of her panties. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were a cotton girl. In LA, there was all that lace.”

Ayla’s lips curved. “With the heat and humidity, cotton is a much better option than synthetic. Are we really discussing my choice in panties?”

“Well, yeah. You were tensing up on me, and this got you to relax. Mission accomplished.” She stepped back when he reached for her. “Pollita?”

“I didn’t change my mind. You have more clothes on than I do, including boots.”

Oz received the message she hadn’t spoken aloud. She’d feel more comfortable if they were equally undressed. He wasted no time getting rid of everything except his briefs. Her eyes devoured his every move and he was fully hard by the time he finished. “Better?”

“Definitely.” It was Ayla who closed the distance between them. Pressing her breasts into his chest, she put her arms around his neck again and went up on the toes to kiss him.

His brain melted. This was the woman he hadn’t been able to forget. The woman constantly in his thoughts since the night they hooked up. The woman he would never get enough of. And by some miracle, she wanted more of him, too.

He ran his fingers lightly up and down her back, kissed his way to her ear, and lightly nibbled at the lobe. Ayla’s hands weren’t still and she pushed him to his limits, especially when she put both hands under his shorts and squeezed his ass. Oz struggled for control. He didn’t win the battle, not when she moved to his front, her hand curling around his shaft.

Oz took her hands and held them. How could he worship her the way she deserved when she kept pushing?

Her eyes were darkened with arousal as she growled his name. “Hurry up,” she added.

He shook his head. No, he wasn’t hurrying this. They weren’t hooking up, this wasn’t casual. He was going to show her with his actions how much?—

Ayla gave him a shove. He was close enough to the bed that when he stepped back, his legs hit the mattress. Oz was trying to regain his balance when she gave him another shove. He landed on his back on the bed.

She climbed on top of him, straddling him. The only thing keeping him from where he wanted to be was her panties and his shorts. “Pollita?—”

“No, you had your chance. You said I’m in charge, right? You took too long. Now I’m the boss.” Ayla ground against him.

“I just?—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. She dove and covered his mouth with hers, taking what she wanted with no prissiness at all. Oz gave up. He could show her how precious she was next time.

Wrapping both arms around her, he rolled, putting Ayla underneath him. He remembered everything she liked that night in Los Angeles and he put that knowledge to use as he kissed and licked his way down her body. Okay, so maybe he was still careful with her breasts, but he was damned if he’d do anything that wasn’t pleasurable for her.

Oz paused for a moment to press a kiss to her belly, a silent vow to both his woman and their unborn baby that he was going to care for them. Then he had her panties off. His shorts went next.

His Pollita was wet, ready for him, but he kept enough control to ease into her body. Sweet. So fucking sweet. The only other time he’d ever gone bareback had been with Ayla. Today, he didn’t need to pull out. Just thinking about that made him shudder.

Oz gave her a moment to get used to him, but before he was ready, she arched up and rolled her hips. Message received. Oz thrust.

Her gasp made him freeze.

“Oziah,” Ayla growled, voice thick. “That was pleasure, not discomfort. Move.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Maybe he remained careful, but Oz moved as ordered.

Ayla didn’t make it easy for him. She met each of his thrusts, making him forget to be as gentle as he meant to be. When she hooked one of her legs over his hip, Oz lost the reins. He pushed into her, doing everything he could to drive her excitement to the limit.

She arched hard against him and dug her nails into his shoulders as she came. He kept moving, and a moment later, he joined her.

“Mine,” he whispered against her throat mid-orgasm. He kissed her neck, but that was all he could manage.

It took a while to calm down. Oz shifted his weight off Ayla but tucked her carefully against his side. She was his. His woman. His family. His forever.

Next up—convincing his Pollita that he washerforever, too.

Chapter 27

Oz wiped the remaining shaving cream from his face and studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had one nick near his chin, but otherwise, he did pretty well. And because of the beard disaster he’d had recently, the skin wasn’t that much lighter than his tanned face.

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