Page 32 of The Last Date

She nodded, her blinking getting lazier and slower, her breathing picking up speed.

“Yes,” she moaned. Moving my fingers a bit faster, pressing more firmly, my lips met hers gently for a moment, letting her lose herself completely. Her belly began to flutter, her hips tightening.

“Why do you want to be mine forever, gorgeous?”

The climax washed over her in ripples as she squealed, “Because I love–”

Crushing my lips to hers, the fire in my blood could barely be controlled. I’d cut her off intentionally, but she said it. Far sooner than I would have anticipated. My sweet little angel was truly mine.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

* Sasha *

The powerful orgasm left me deeply satisfied for about a minute. Then I instantly wanted more.

“I hope that was just the appetizer,” I murmured. It was time to be brave. A little forward. Oakley needed a sexy woman, and I desperately wanted to be that for him.

Unbuttoning my top, I pulled it off and threw it behind me as he studied me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

My mind swirled, searching for a seductive way to say it. “I think I’m trying to find a way to ask my boyfriend if he’d like

to have sex with me.”

Oakley’s deep green eyes had a few brown speckles on the left side. They were so wide and clear as he froze, staring at me, that I had the opportunity to take a very careful look.

“I was going to wait a few more weeks,” he said gently, but his hands were already pulling off my pajama bottoms and panties at the same time.

“I’ve waited for everything my whole life,” I said.

“Are you absolutely sure, baby?”

“Yes. Completely.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I traced the lines of his muscles, then let my fingers dance across his dragon-wrapped bicep.

Oakley was as aroused as I was, and I could feel the protrusion from his shorts rubbing against me. As I reached down to pull them off, a low sound emanated from his throat. His pupils expanded, cutting off half of the green as he stared at my naked body as if he were starving for me.

My thighs were twitching as I felt the wetness between them. Knowing that he caused this reaction made me feel even more connected to him. As his palms reached my breasts, it felt like my skin had been begging for his touch my entire life.

I’d never felt like an object of lust before. But that was the clearest emotion in Oakley’s stunning eyes.

He shifted, lips circling my nipple as I cried out, pulling at his hair. My breath caught as his teeth slid along my flesh just enough to make me jump.

“Yes,” I murmured, desperate for more.

He switched to the other side, his tongue swirling along my sensitive skin, the heat deep inside me blooming rapidly. My hands ran restlessly around his shoulders, his chest, anywhere I could reach.

“I wanted you so badly from the first second I saw you, Sasha,” he whispered, kissing up my throat to meet my lips. His body shifted, pressing over mine as his finger slipped inside me again. “Is this where you want me, Sasha?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

Oakley reached into the nightstand for a condom, rolling it on as I realized this was actually happening. My mind swarmed with all of the physical feelings and visual stimulation of his incredible body. But deep down, the emotional craving to bond with him was stronger than I could have ever imagined.

His love for me was right there in every touch, every movement. My love for him was new, fragile, but I could feel it growing stronger.

“So wet for me,” he rumbled, nudging my folds apart with the tip of his shaft. I was hit by a tiny wave of worry, since he was rather large.

As he slipped inside just a bit, I forgot how to breathe. My legs instinctively widened, my knees wrapping around his hips.

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