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“Oh God.” Aspen clung to me, her head thrown back with her eyes sealed shut.
Running a hand down her side, I hitched one thigh over my hip, opening her up more.
I’d promised myself I would go slow, but that plan flew right out the window with the woman practically purring beneath me, her inner walls gripping me so tight I could barely breathe.
Capturing her lips, in a kiss so passionate it was almost like I was trying to steal the breath from her lungs, I prayed she could feel how deeply I cared about her as my cock hammered into her at a pace that bordered on punishing.
“Mac.” She panted. “I-I need—”
I knew exactly what she needed, even if she didn’t.
“Let go. Come for me.” The words came out grunted, my control slipping as I changed the angle, giving her no choice but to obey.
Aspen cried out. Her body stilled beneath me, pussy locking down so hard that I saw stars. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not until I made good on my vow to claim her.
The only thing that would make this better was if there wasn’t a barrier between us and I could mark her the way I craved. Once I did that, there would be no going back. Though I had a feeling it didn’t matter. I was already in too deep. Now that we’d found our way together, I wasn’t going to let anything rip us apart.
Gritting my teeth, I pounded into her ruthlessly, chasing what promised to be the climax of a lifetime even though I never wanted this to end.
Two more thrusts, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls tightened almost painfully as I came so hard it felt likemy soul was violently ripped from my body, and I watched the breathtaking sight of us tangled together in pleasure from above.
I collapsed beside her, an arm thrown over my eyes as I tried to regulate my ragged breathing.
The feather-light touch of fingers trailing over my abs had me peeking over at the woman who had become my living fantasy.
Aspen was flushed, her blue eyes bright as she chewed on a corner of her bottom lip.
I cleared my throat, my voice still coming out rough when I teased, “Live up to the hype?” There was a risk in setting her up like that. I was practically inviting a snarky retort.
Instead, she nodded. “How long before we can do it again?”
A bark of laughter flew past my lips, and I tucked her into my side, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Greedy girl. You’re gonna have to give me a few minutes. I’m not eighteen anymore.”
“Pity.” Amusement laced her tone.
Damn, I would be kicking myself for years to come over the time wasted by keeping my feelings to myself.
There was no doubt in my mind that I would do anything it took to keep her.
Chapter 21
Aspen
“Mmm.”
A moan sounded, rousing me from sleep, but I kept my eyes closed. That was until a giant palm gripped my bare ass and squeezed, forcing a yelp to climb up my throat.
“Faker,” Mac teased.
I tried and failed to bite back a smile at having been caught. Turning my head on the pillow, I peeked at him from beneath my lowered lashes.
“Morning.”
That deep voice settled between my legs, where I could still feel where he’d staked his claim. Every shift brought with it a pleasant soreness.
The memory of what we’d shared last night, combined with the realization that we were both still naked, had my face flaming, and I buried it into his chest with a muffled, “Morning.”
Fingers gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. Brown eyes pleading, he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.”When I remained silent, a sigh sounded. “Do you regret last night?”
