Page 71 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
“You’re everything. The only thing I’ve ever wanted and didn’t dare believe I’d get. So if you’re worried about the PCOS? Don’t be. If you want kids and we need help? I’ll be that help. I’ll go to every damn appointment, learn every hormone name, hold your hand through whatever. And if you don’t want more kids? I’ve already got everything I need. You. And my son. That’s a family. That’s home.”
Tears roll down my cheeks.
“Say yes, Pretty Girl. Stay. Be mine. Be ours.”
I nod slowly, like my heart is finally catching up to what my soul already knows.
“Yes, Dane. I’m yours.”
He exhales a rough, broken sound of relief—and then that hunger, that need, crashes over him again.
And me. God, yes, me.
His hands slide down, palms skimming every inch of me with reverence and greed.
“So I gotta ask,” he growls, voice ragged. “Does this mean I can take you bare, Baby? That I can finally slide my cock into your hot little body and feel every fucking inch like I’ve been dying to?”
I answer by rocking my hips against his length and whispering, “Yes. Please.”
And that’s all it takes for the man I love to lose control.
“Mine,” he growls.
My thighs clench at the sound of his voice, thick with hunger and worship. I know he can feel the flood of slick between my legs. I’m soaked for him.
Open. Ready.
“Yes, Dane,” I whisper, pulse thundering in my ears. “Please, I need you inside me. Now.”
“Thank the fucking gods,” he growls, and then his mouth slams into mine.
It’s not gentle. It’s consuming.
A kiss that says mine, that demands everything.
And I give it.
All of it.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, setting me down on the mattress beside him with a reverence that has me trembling.
His body follows, heavy and hot, settling between my thighs.
No more delaying.
No more pretense.
He drags his cock along my center, slicking himself in my arousal.
The feel of his thickness against my bare pussy makes me arch and moan.
“No more waiting,” he murmurs, echoing my thoughts, his voice a sinful promise. “I’m going to claim you. Make you mine. Inside and out.”
“Yes,” I cry, clutching at his shoulders. “I want it. I want you.”
The moment he pushes in, slow and deep, I shatter.
My back bows, my fingers dig into his skin.
