Page 79 of Erik's Salvation
With a deep growl, he shoved his hand beneath her skirt and yanked her panties down, then lifted her into his arms. His tip was at her entrance, and he fucking burned to push inside her. Take what was his.
He reached between them and swiped her clit with the pad of his thumb. The cry from her lips sank its teeth inside him, tormenting him.
He touched a finger to her entrance to see if she was ready for him. Fucking soaked. She trembled in his arms, so damn sensitive. He swiped her again, and his cock slipped an inch inside her.
“Erik…” she breathed. “You’re not wearing anything.”
Fuck. He’d forgotten. How the hell had he forgotten?
He started to set her down, but she tightened her legs around him. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clear.”
The world darkened, everything disappearing until it was just her. His fucking light. His angel.
He thrust inside.
She cried out, her walls so wet they fucking coated him. He eased out, then thrust again, this time crashing his lips to hers and catching her next scream.
God…this woman. She’d dug herself so deep inside him that he was empty without her. She didn’t seem to care how imperfect he was. She made him feel like he was enough.
He thrust harder. Faster. Needing more of her. Needing everything she had.
He wrenched open her shirt, then yanked down her bra to palm her bare breast. Her nails bit into his shoulders and he welcomed the pain. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. Suddenly, her back bowed and she tore her mouth from his to scream. The sound cut through the room, echoing off the walls.
He tried to hold off, needing to stretch this moment out, make it last as long as he fucking could. But at the feel of her walls pulsing around his cock, he shattered. Broke so violently and fiercely, he didn’t know what kept his feet on the ground.
When he had nothing left, nothing but her, she touched his cheek. And suddenly he knew how his feet remained planted. How he could breathe even when his lungs felt constricted.
Her. Always her.
CHAPTER23
Erik: I’m coming to get you in ten.
She frowned at the message, then shifted her gaze to the time on her phone. Shit. It was almost six. Where had that time gone?
She’d only managed to fix her hair so far, because she’d gotten home late from her open houses.
Erik: Tick tock.
She flew into her closet, shoving dress after dress aside, looking for something that screamed “meet the parents” while giving off I’m-a-great-fit-for-your-son vibes. Was there such a thing?
An organized person would have made this decision days ago when she’d been invited, but with all the time she was dedicating to work, she’d put no thought into it.
There was nothing. Absolutely—
She stopped at a beige dress with white flowers. That could work. Pair it with some leggings and a black cardigan.
Quickly, she yanked the outfit from the closet and threw off her clothes. Thank God she’d already showered.
She changed quickly and had just applied some foundation and blush when the doorbell rang.
Her heart sped up, but that had nothing to do with meeting the family and everything to do with Erik and his effect on her. They’d woken up together this morning, so she shouldn’t be so nervous. But it didn’t seem to matter how much or little time passed—he took hold of every one of her senses.
With a long inhale, she walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. The second the door was open, her chest constricted.
God, how could one man be so beautiful? He only wore jeans and a dark T-shirt, but it was like every inch of him was sculpted to perfection.
“Hi, Angel.”
