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“We could always be late,” I reply as I curl my fingers inside her again. “I’m sure some people will be.”
“Oh,” Eden gasps.“Oh.”
I capture her mouth again. My fingers move in and out of her, faster and faster. Her thighs shake and her nails dig into my shoulders. A flush builds across her chest. Her gorgeous eyes fall shut.
Fuck. She’s so damn beautiful.
And somehow, in some stroke of incredible luck, she wants to be mine.
Eden drags her mouth from mine. “Rafe. I want you inside me.”
Her voice is low. Husky.Needy.
I spread her legs wider still. Then I position myself at her entrance. The urge to sink inside Eden is almost impossible to resist. But first, I ask, “Now, baby?”
“Yes, Rafe.” Her eyes open to meet mine. “Now. Please.”
Will I always ask first? I don’t know. It depends on Eden’s recovery. But for the foreseeable future, I will.
And once permission is granted…
I slowly sink into her, reveling in the sensation. In the glide of her slick skin against mine. In the way she pulls me in, her muscles tugging at me. In the soft moans and whimpers she makes. In the bone-deep knowledge thatthisis where I belong.
And when I’ve finally filled her, I just stay still for a few seconds, memorizing this perfect moment of joining.
In my life, I’ve never felt anything as amazing as this.
And then I move.
Slowly at first, letting the anticipation build, and then, as my urgency grows, I move faster. My thrusts grow more powerful. More desperate.
Eden clings to me, pressing her body tightly against mine. She nips my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a tiny mark. Then she smiles against my skin, and my heart swells close to exploding.
My Eden. Smiling. Giving herself to me so freely. Boldly. My strong Eden, who never lets life drag her down. My sweet Eden, who’s shown me what it’s like to be loved so completely.
As we come together, over and over, my desire for her builds until it’s everything.
My skin is alive with it.
All my muscles are tense in anticipation. In the effort it takes to hold back, because there’s no fucking way I’m finishing first. Not now, and not ever. Eden always,alwayscomes first.
Eden kisses me hard. She spears her tongue into my mouth. Then she squeezes her inner muscles around me.
I throb painfully inside her.
Fuck.
Sheknowswhat that does to me.
“Eden,” I grit through a clenched jaw, “If you do that again… You know I want you to come first.”
“Then I guess you’d better make me,” she teases, “before I makeyoufirst.”
“Oh, Brain.” I smile at her—a wolfish, eager grin. “If that’s a challenge, I accept.”
And oh, do I.
I lay her back on the counter and lift her skirt to her waist. Then I find her swollen bundle of nerves and I rub and flick it until her hips are jerking uncontrollably.
