Page 74 of Igniting Sparks
I lower my mouth to the hollow of her throat, kissing a slow, steady line up to her jaw. “We’ll go as fast or slow as you want. As far as you want. This is all about you.”
She smiles, her hand lifting to trace the curve of my mouth. “I just want it to feel good for you, too.”
She’s going to be the death of me—and I’ll die smiling.
Mina’s vulnerability is one of her greatest strengths. It’s something I’ve long admired about her, but right now, she needs me to show my softer side, too.
I brace my weight on my forearms, offering her a gentle smile. “This whole weekend, you’ve known exactly what to say, how to move, how to light up a room. I’ve felt ridiculous. Like I didn’t belong.”
Her brows knit, confusion flickering across her face. “You didn’t act like it.”
“Because you were right there, holding my hand, making me feel like I was enough. Now…” I drop a few slow, reverent kisses to her belly. “It’s my turn. Let me take care of you. Okay?”
She smiles as a bit of the fear melts away. “Okay.”
I stand and kick off my shoes. Then, under her intense gaze, I peel off my slacks and stand before her in nothing but boxers.
I know I look good, and that’s not me being some egotistical prick. I work out a lot between the gym and the farm. So, although I’m not some huge bodybuilder, I do alright.
Seems Mina agrees. Her eyes drop to my bulge, her breath catching.
My cock twitches under the weight of her gaze—fuck, I’ve never been harder in my life.
She bites her lip, cheeks flushed. “You’re really, really…”
I snort out a laugh. “I’m notthatbig.”
“Yes, you are. Way bigger than I thought.”
Okay, beautiful, this is definitely bolstering my ego.
“He’ll fit. I promise.” I lean down, my lips nibbling her jaw. “But if you’re worried, I’ll spend the next hour teasing you slow and deep with my mouth and hands until you’re dripping, shaking, and begging me to bury myself inside you.”
A small moan escapes her lips, and I know she’s on board with my plan.
I press my forehead to hers, voice rough. “You’re mine tonight, Mina. Every inch of you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“You’re going to like the feel of it a whole lot more.”
Mina’s laugh bubbles out, shaky and sweet, but I feel the tension melt from her limbs. That’s what I want—her soft, open, and aching for me.
I crawl onto the bed, dragging my mouth along her neck as my hands explore—her waist, her ribs, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath that delicate lace bra. I lower my mouth, kissing a path between them before undoing the clasp.
“So damn beautiful,” I murmur, brushing my thumbs across her nipples. She gasps, arching into me, her hands tangling in my hair.
I kiss my way down her stomach, worshipping her soft curves and sweet skin. My nose grazes the waistband of her soft cotton underwear, and I inhale, undone by her scent.
Her fingers twist in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
I glance up. “Still good?”
Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.” I hook my thumbs in the sides of her underwear and drag them down slowly. “I made a promise, Mina. And I’m going to keep it.”
“A promise?”
