Page 108 of Make Me Yours
I always have.
And then he lifts his hand.
The first smack is light against my naked flesh.
Barely more than a warning.
I gasp, the sound slipping out before I can stop it. Not from pain. There’s almost none. But from the sharp, dizzy rush of pleasure that floods through me. Before the sensation can fully settle, his palm smooths over the same spot, fingers warm and sure.
“Are you okay?” His voice is steady, but there’s a roughness to it now. A thread of raw need he’s not even trying to hide.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“How did that feel?”
A shiver skates down my spine.
“Good,” I tell him, my cheeks burning with the admission.
He doesn’t pull away. If anything, his touch grows more deliberate, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of my ass. His grip tightens just enough to make me tremble.
“Yeah?” he murmurs. “You liked it?”
There’s no teasing now.
Only dark hunger wrapped in every syllable.
I press my lips together before forcing myself to nod. “Yes, I liked it.”
A deep, guttural sound rumbles from him as he shifts beneath me, the hard line of him pressing insistently against my hip.
“Maybe I should check for myself,” he mutters, more to himself than to me.
His fingers slide between my thighs, stroking over the slick heat waiting for him.
A garbled sound breaks loose from me, my hips instinctively rocking toward his hand.
“Yeah,” he rasps, dipping his fingers inside me with a slow, torturous thrust. “You’re soaked, baby. Dripping for me.”
I bury my face in his legs, mortified and aching all at once.
“You certainly would’ve made a mess of your panties,” he adds. “It’s a good thing we took them off.”
Heat scorches through me as my entire body tightens under his touch.
His thigh flexes beneath my hands, and it’s only then I realize just how aroused he is too.
Not just from touching me.
But from this.
From the way I’m draped over his lap, exposed and trusting andhis. Even if we haven’t said it out loud yet.
And I love it.
I love the way he touches me like I’m precious.
Like I’m his.
