Page 86 of Never Stop
Before I can react or respond, his arms wrap around my waist. He lifts me and carries me over to the desk as he lays me out across the top of it.
"Take them off."
"Mmm," I moan out. I follow directions, leaning up and pulling my panties down, then toss them aside.
Laying back down on the edge of the desk, I look at Ander. His eyes are locked in on me, looking at every part of me with admiration, lust, love, and need in his eyes.
Trailing a hand down my body until it meets my slit, spreading it open for him to give him a better view.
"All yours, Ander. My heart. My body. My love. Every part of me is all for you. So, come get what's yours."
"Fuckkk, baby." His eyes screwed shut, but only briefly, before they're back open and hot on me.
"Stick your finger in that tight little cunt. Let me see how wet you are."
I do as requested, sliding one finger inside of my opening.Damn, I'm drenched already. I take it a step further and play with myself, just a little, as I begin to pump it in and out of me.
My eyes stay locked on his. He watches me intently.
"So wet, Ander."
"Show me."
I remove my finger and hold it up to him. He walks up to me, eyes dark with need, as he locks eyes with me and licks my arousal from my finger.
"Spread those legs, baby. Let me worship you just like you deserve."
He grabs my legs, pulling me to the very edge of the desk as he sinks to his knees and buries his face at my center.
Oh, fuck.
Chapter twenty-eight
Via
"You aren't going to tell me where we are going?" I've been begging Ander for two days to clue me in on these big plans he's holding captive as a secret, but he isn't budging. He knows I love surprises, but I absolutely hate knowing about them. The anticipation of the unknown sends my mind into a tailspin, and I'm not a fan.
He shakes his head firmly, and I let out a huff and cross my arms in an attempt to argue.
"You can act mad. That's cool. You're even cuter when you pout." He says as he runs his index finger over my bottom lip, which is pushed out like the mature adult I am.
"Ass!" The word comes out through a laugh, and he smiles in return before cupping my face in his hand and tilting my head up as he leans in to kiss my lips gently. His warm and woodsy scent invades my senses, and the softness of his tender kiss causes heat to flare in my core. He knows exactly what he's doing. I place a hand on his chest, nudging him back.
"I told you, Valentine's Day is just another day. We don't have to do anything big or special. We can stay here and binge movies while overeating pizza and popcorn until we're sick, and I'll be happy. Because simply being with youisspecial."
His dreamy caramel-brown eyes meet mine, and there's fire behind them, which causes goosebumps to spread over my skin, and a shiver trails down my spine. Ander shakes his head slowly and intently.
"I love that about you. I love that you're happy with the simple things. Because I am, too. We've known each other practically our entire lives and have never been able to celebrate this day together properly. Don't get me wrong; I will love you fiercely, loudly, and unapologetically every day we are together." He steps towards me and combs one hand through my hair while the other strokes his thumb up and down the apple of my cheek.
"I want to make every day we get to spend together special; I want all our days to be worth remembering. Including this one." He leans in and kisses my forehead, then gently tugs my hair, pulling my head slightly back, causing our eyes to meet again.
"Now, stop fighting me on it and get your pretty ass dressed."
"How the hell do I argue with that?" My voice is raspier than usual, and my words come out breathy. Maybe because he knows how to take the damn air right out of my lungs like it's his hobby.
He snorts out a laugh before turning to walk away.
"You don't. You do what I say," He looks over his shoulder and flashes me a wink. Leaving me fucking breathless and nearly panting. This man, here. I swear.
