Page 19 of Shake Your Love
“You love him, anyway, don’t you?”
I tease myself in the mirror as I slick on some strawberry gloss. Because of course, I still love him. Nothing will change that. Not him being a big jealous jerk. Or doubting I could ever want someone else. In fact, all of that makes me love him more—because I know he needs love.
Pierce needs to feel how much I love him—and I can’t wait to show him.
“Don’t look at momma,” I joke as I slip on the silky robe I know Pierce loves. “I am about to go be very naughty with Daddy.”
Laughing as Frenchie just meows—either approval or judgment, I can’t be sure—I fix my hair, plump my boobs a little, and fix my stockings. In the mirror looking back at me is not the same woman I was just a short time ago. Because I have changed, I have grown, and I do not hate what is looking back at me.
I am wider than most women, thicker in the waist, in the thighs, but I know Pierce likes all of me. He kisses my thighs and grips my curving hips. He lavishes love on my imperfections and makes me feel beautiful.
Glancing at the pink neon clock beside my bedside, I take a deep breath. This is it. I am going to do it. Well, we’re going to do it. I am going to finally do…it. Twenty-four years old and I am about to give my virginity to the only man I have ever wanted—and the only man I will ever want.
I am in love with Pierce and plan to show him how much.
Drawing all my courage, all the confidence I have gained these past weeks as I have grown day by day, I go to his place. It is a beautiful Friday afternoon, a perfect sunshine-soaked summer day. Pierce will be home, and I hope to have a long weekend of making up—and at last, making love.
Fixing my robe half a dozen times, I try a few poses as I stand outside his door. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door. Closing my eyes, I shake off the last bit of fear, or hesitation at this plan of mine. Itwillwork.
“Holy hell,” Pierce's voice snaps me from my thoughts.
There he stands, staring down at him as I stand half-naked at his door. His eyes slide over me slowly. Each inch of skin I left bare is eaten up by his hungry eyes. They go the darkest blue I have ever seen them. His hands come out, snatching me inside with a hard yank that slams me against him.
“I have been out of my mind,” he rasps as he pins me to the door. “I thought I lost you. Thought I ruined the best thing to ever happen to me. I am so…baby, I amso fucking sorry. I am so fucking in love with you, Paige. I have never felt what you make me feel and I don’t think I can lose you.”
Swallowing hard, I blink back a wave of tears. Emotions I have never felt swirl inside of me, erasing all my fears, all my doubts. I thought I might have to tell him this is love, show him with my words and my body, and I was so ready to. Looks as if Pierce had his own plans.
“Oh, honey,” I cry, tears ruining my makeup. “I love you too!”
Pierce’s eyes light up and he bends, scooping me up. I clutch him to me as he slams his mouth to mine. We’re moving but I barely notice. All I can be sure of is how good he tastes, how right it is being in his arms, and how my body comes to life beneath his kiss, his touch, his embrace.
“I missed you so much,” he rasps as my back hits something soft. We’re in his bed, his big body pining mine down. “I love you, Paige. I think it started the moment you walked into that diner. I said you were a dream girl, and I was right. My dream girl. All I could ever want. More than I could ever deserve. And I love you so much I can’t be without you.”
“Pierce, honey, you deserve everything. We both do. This is the best thing in my life, you are the best thing in my whole world. I love you. I could never want anything more, anything better. Because there is nothing better than this, than how you love me, how you give me everything.”
Stilling, he pulls back to stare down at me. His shaking hands come to untie my robe and I swallow hard. His eyes darken again as they trail over me slowly, admiring, adoring, showing his want, his love, in his dark eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You really mine, baby?”
“I am. All of me, Pierce. I am yours and you are mine. I told you I wanted you to have me. Have me, honey,” I whisper, feeling bold because of the hunger in his eyes.
“I don’t deserve you, but I don’t care anymore. I want you. I need you, Paige. I love you so fucking much,” he swears as he kneels between my thighs.
Bending close, he spreads my thighs, dragging his fingertips up my thighs, tracing the lace of my stockings, and tugging at the garter belts that make me feel sexy. Heat pulses in my veins and I am sticky and wet with want. Dropping onto the bed, he buries his face between my legs, humming when he finds how wet I am, his tongue licking at the lace covering me.
“Pierce, please, I need you inside me. It will never be more perfect. No more waiting. I want you to make love to me,” I plead.
“No, it is perfect. No more waiting,” he whispers, pulling at my panties to bare me to him. I gasp when his tongue slips between my folds, opening my pussy to his slow, maddening licks.
Twisting beneath the magic of his mouth, I tangle my fist in his hair, rocking against his tongue. He hums against my sex as he licks and sucks, teeth pulling gently at my swollen pearl. I am on the edge of an orgasm when he pulls back. I cry out and he laughs darkly, a sexy, teasing laugh that makes me feel as if I might combust.
Knelt between my thighs, he stares down at me for a minute, as if trying to save the sight to his memories. His hands come down, tugging roughly at the lace of my bra. I cry out when his fingers pluck at my stiff nipples, sending bolts of pleasure right to my clit.
“So damn sexy,” he mutters, wetting his lips. “I love your body. I love how soft your tits are and how pretty your pussy is. You’re mine. All fucking mine. I won’t ever give you up, Paige. You belong to me now. Tell me you know it’s true. Tell me you belong to me.”
“I do. I belong to you. Tell me, Pierce. Say it.”
“I belong to you, Paige. All of me, every single part, it is yours.”
