Page 156 of Make Me Yours
For a moment, neither of us moves. The candles flicker as the city hums outside the windows. The scent of dinner lingers in the air, but food is the last thing on my mind.
She shifts on my lap, pressing in just enough to make me hiss through my teeth. “This was supposed to be a sweet little dinner,” she murmurs, her lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“And it was,” I tell her, my hands gripping her hips. “Until you decided to make it a test of my fucking restraint.”
Her lips tilt in a wicked little smile. “Restraint? You’re not exactly known for that where I’m concerned.”
“No,” I admit, my thumb skimming over the top of her pussy, “but I’m trying to be good.”
“You sure about that?” she teases, reaching for my wine glass and taking a small sip before offering it to me. I take the drink from her hand. My eyes stay locked on hers as I set the glass down on the table.
“Pretty sure I’m about to fail,” I say, my voice a low rumble. “Miserably.”
Before she can respond, I scoop her up and rise from the chair in one smooth movement.
“Steele,” she gasps, arms twining around my neck.
“Dinner was perfect,” I say, already carrying her toward the bedroom. “But I’m more than ready to have my dessert. In our bed.”
She bites her lip, trying to fight back a grin. “What if I want cake?”
“You’re getting something much sweeter, baby.”
“Is that right?”
I lower her to the mattress like she’s something precious. “Yes. And if you’re a good girl and drink down all my cum, I’ll feed you cake in bed. Maybe I’ll eat it off those pretty little titties.”
Her laughter fades as I hover above her, brushing my nose along hers. “Deal.”
“I meant what I said earlier,” I whisper, searching her eyes. “All of it. This… us… it’s everything.”
Her eyes fill with warmth as her palm cradles my cheek. “I know.”
And just before I kiss her, she says the words that send my heart straight into overdrive.
“I love you, Steele Sanderson.”
I smile against her mouth. “You’re my everything, lucky charm. Everything and always.”
Then I kiss her gently.
Thoroughly.
It’s not just a kiss. It’s a confession, a promise, and a plea, all wrapped into one.
She arches into me, her hands threading into my hair, her legs wrapping around my waist like she never wants to let go.
And I hope she never does.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her mouth.
“You. Just you.”
That’s all I need to hear.
My gaze stays fastened to hers as I rise to my knees and strip off my clothes. She looks at me as if I’m something she wants to savor. And when I’m finally as bare as she is, all I see in her expression is desire.
The kind that burns slow and deep, meant to last a lifetime, not just a night.
