Page 76 of Art of Love
“I like your friends,” she cooed when we took a break for air.
“Not more than me though, right?”
A look of bewilderment washed over her face. “God, yes, I’m sorry. I just meant they’re cool. I didn’t mean—”
I kissed her words away and laughed. “I know. I was just messing with you.”
She ran her fingers through my beard, and a serious expression washed over her pretty face. “I’d never cheat on you. I mean, if we were together in that sense.”
“What do you mean, if we were together in that sense? You have some other bloke I don’t know about?”
She giggled. She still laughed at my English slang.
“No, I don’t have some other bloke you don’t know about, Hunter Kane.”
God, I loved the way she touched me. She ran her fingers over my beard and up my cheeks.
“Then what do you mean, love? In my head, we’re together in every sense.”
Desire filled her eyes, and she guided my lips to hers, kissing me like she couldn’t get enough.
It didn’t take much to get me going when it came to her. No, I had no restraint.
I squeezed her breasts and tugged on the ends of the T-shirt.
She pulled back to whip it off over her head. I took off the bra and made my way down to suck her nipples while she stroked my cock through the fabric of my jeans. That just made me ache for her more.
I’d wanted her from the moment she got here this evening. She got here a few minutes before the guys, and her presence had driven me insane. The guys had been here for three hours, and for that whole fucking time I’d wanted to touch her and make her mine.
All mine.
We kissed the clothes off each other, and I positioned her on the floor on her hands and knees. We’d abandoned condoms weeks ago and relied on her birth control, so sex for me, with her, was a whole other experience that robbed my mind of reality.
Once again, that feeling of not caring about anything besides her filled me.
She made that amazing sound that drove me crazy when I plunged into her, and she moaned. I held on to her waist, and she glanced back at me with a half-smile-/half-pleasure-filled look on her face. That gorgeous mass of hair of hers fell forward over her face, making her look hotter. Just like the goddess she was.
My goddess.
I started moving slowly just to get that rhythm we both loved, but she wiggled her ass, and I lost control. I fucking lost my damn mind. I didn’t know what the hell this woman had done to me, but when I was with her, I couldn’t think straight, or control myself.
That primal need and hunger took over, and within seconds, I was pounding into her like I really had lost my mind and an animalistic hunger had taken over.
It took us both, because she moved with me too, and soon the room was filled with the hot sounds of us moaning, groaning, and our bodies slapping against each other within the lock of erotic passion.
I never wanted to finish, to end. I wanted to be like this with her forever, but when her orgasm took her, it took me too. It grabbed every ounce of restraint I held on to and pulled me into the enchantment of her. A wave of electricity washed over me, something I’d never felt before, and it scorched me clean. We both cried out and were left gasping from it.
I knew, knew in that moment, that if I had any question in my mind as to what I felt for this woman, I just got my answer.
I was crazy about her, and I wanted her to be mine.
I ... loved everything about her, and I wanted her to be mine.
We collapsed on the floor together, and I pulled her to me.
“You’re mine. I don’t care what happens. You need to know that,” I spoke against her forehead.
She looked up at me, her eyes glassy. “Yours.”
