Page 106 of Ridin' True
“Why?”
“Because you’re still too good to be true.” He freed my jaw from his grasp, slipping his fingers into the hair at my nape as I continued, “You’re still my Prince Charming. You’re still practically flawless. I can be in love with you, but you can’t be in love with me, too, because it can’t be this easy. Nothing in life ever is. Not for me.”
I watched as his face softened before he leaned in close, so close I could feel his breath against my lips. His eyes stared straight into mine as he replied, “If that’s true—then aren’t you about due?”
He kissed me before I could so much as blink, and any response I might have had was forgotten the instant he parted my lips with his tongue. As I opened my mouth, he folded me in his arms. A hum sounded from the back of my throat, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, wanting him as close as I could get him.
My mammoth.
My prince.
My Stallion.
Mylove.
I moaned, overwhelmed by the thought coupled with his kiss. It was wet, and deep, and sensational—but I needed more. He was offering me everything, and in return I wanted him to have all I had to give.
Reaching for his kutte, I began to coax the leather from his shoulders. He let me go in order to shrug off the garment. He caught it with his hands, tossing it onto the island before he lifted me up and sat me on top of it. He made space for himself between my legs as he reached for the hem of my shirt. It was gone with my next breath, my bra soon to follow.
I gasped in delight when he wrapped his lips around my nipple, swirling the pebbled bud with his tongue. My fingers buried in his hair, I let my head fall back and my eyes drift closed as I got lost in his affection. When he was finished with one breast, he showered the same attention upon the other, until I was practically squirming with need.
I tugged at his hair, and he lifted his head, offering me precisely what I wanted.
His mouth.
A moan spilled over my tongue as I tangled it with his, unable to get close enough. His hands slid up my spine and around my waist, his warm, rough skin causing goosebumps to spread along my arms. Wanting more of his heat, I began to pull at his shirt. He broke our kiss when he reached between his shoulders and yanked the fabric from his body. Only, rather than kiss me as he dropped his clothing to the floor, he reached for the top button of my jeans.
My breath caught as he began to tug, and I was quick to plant my hands on either side of me, lifting my hips in assistance. Soon, I was naked—the only thing between my bare bottom and the kitchen counter his kutte.
“Papi,” I shuddered, touching my forehead to his as he reached between my legs, coating his fingers in my arousal.
“I want you, darlin’. You believe that?” he muttered, grazing his fingertips across my entrance.
I nodded, spreading my legs open wider in invitation.
Still, he only teased me, increasing my longing, making me short of breath.
Just when I thought he might slip inside of me, he pulled away.
I was only slightly disappointed. The next thing I knew, he was naked with me—and that was even better.
I sighed, reaching for the back of his neck as he took hold of his hardened length, gliding the tip from my entrance to my clit and back again—still only teasing me.
“Jed,” I begged on a whisper.
“You’re mine, gorgeous. You believe that?”
“Yes. Yes,” I insisted with a nod.
Finally, one arm wrapped around my hips, he eased his way inside of me—ever so slowly—until I was full. His eyes locked with mine, he paused for a beat, then pulled out of me as slowly as he entered before starting all over again. He rolled his hips gently. Deliberately. Taking his time in a way he never had before.
And it feltincredible.
He brought his lips to mine, never breaking his steady rhythm as he kissed me thoroughly. I knew, for the first time and without any doubt, this wasn’t too good to be true.
It was real.
It was us.
