Page 114 of Forecheck
“I like the way you call me ‘baby.’”
“What else?”
We’d reached my room, and I dropped her onto the bed, staring down at her like a wolf surveying a particularly appetizing meal. Every inch of her body was perfect to me, and Berkley arched her back under my gaze, pushing her breasts against the soft, well-worn fabric of my shirt. Her nipples pebbled against the material, and I couldn’t wait to put my mouth on them.
“I like when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to consume me.”
“Idowant to consume you,” I growled, crawling between her thighs. In moments, the shirt was discarded on the floor and I had one of those tits in my mouth. “I want to brand every part of you,” I whispered against her skin. I slipped my fingers beneath the leg hole of her panties, pulling them down and discarding them before returning my hand to her pussy. My thumb lingered on her clit as I coated my fingers in her arousal. “I want this tight little pussy wrapped around my cock all the time. I want you to take me so deep that we don’t know where you end and I begin. But mostly…I wantyou. In all the ways you’ll let me. In every way it’s possible to have someone.”
Berkley smiled lazily, pupils blown wide with desire. “Sometimes, you say the dirtiest things, and sometimes you absolutely melt me. That little monologue was equally the filthiest and sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I dropped my head against her chest and laughed, then lifted it again and shifted so our mouths were a breath apart.
“You make me feel like a caveman sometimes,” I said. “Like I just want to roar to the world that you’re mine. I want to beat on my chest and stake my claim on you. And other times, Ifind myself getting choked up listening to a love song, because I finally know what all those people are singing about.”
With a hand fisted in the front of my shirt, Berkley pulled me into her and sealed her mouth over mine. Her tongue licked the seam of my lips and delved inside when I opened. We tangled together—tongues, arms, legs, hands in hair, roaming across skin.
“Too much clothing,” she breathed against me, clawing at the buttons of my shirt.
I ripped it open, and Berkley sighed when her roving hands met my bare, warm skin at last. The muscles of my abdomen jumped against her touch, and I pulled my arms free of the shirt as she toyed with the waistband of my pants. When she slid a hand inside and palmed my cock, my hips pumped forward, unbidden, and Berkley growled impatiently when my clothes restricted her movements.
“Off. Now.”
“So demanding.”
“Not when I know you’ll give me what I want.”
I chuckled. “I will give you anything and everything you want, Berkley. All you have to do is ask.”
And though I was loath to leave her, to peel my body away from hers for even a second, the sooner I shed my pants, the sooner I’d be buried inside her, so I backed off the bed and stepped out of them.
“Someone should sculpt you,” she said, eyes greedily drinking in the sight of my naked body.
With a grin, I was back on her in an instant, notching myself at her entrance. With a hand on the base of my cock, I teased her, slipping my head through her slippery arousal.
“So wet.”
“Only for you,” she said, our eyes locking. “Always for you.”
On a sigh, I slid home, the tension in my shoulders, temples, the base of my skull easing. Being connected to her like this was my happy place, the place where all worries and stress washed away. When it was just us, closer than I’d ever dreamed it was possible to be with someone.
“Do you feel that?” I asked, leaning back on my heels and pulling her hips with me so we remained connected. With her body splayed out, hands resting on my forearms, thighs atop mine, her hair a bright corona around her head—fuck, this must’ve been what heaven looked like.
“Feel what?” she asked, staring at me through heavily-lidded eyes.
“How easily this tight little body opens up for me. How fucking perfectly you grip me.” I reached down and brushed a thumb over her clit, a glancing touch that had her shivering. “Nothing has ever felt as good as this. You were made for me, Berkley Daniels. We’re two halves of a whole.”
Berkley began wriggling her hips, smooth gyrations that I knew were meant to give her the friction she craved but weren’t getting the job done.
Only I could do that for her.
“Do you feel that?” I asked again.
Her movements stilled, eyes still glued to mine. “I know that every time I’m with you, whether it’s like this or out in public or simply curled up on the couch studying while you watch game tape…I’ve never felt more like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like my whole life, I’ve been a magnet searching for that perfect surface to cling to. The one that was made for me.Youare that, Brent. I never feel safer than when I’m in your arms, or at your side. I’ve never felt more at home.”
