to his knees in front of her, watching her face as he lifted his hands, placed them on the inside of her knees, and gently pushed her thighs apart. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you, having you like this, since the first time I saw you.” His voice dropped to a low, rough whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “Been going out of my mind wanting you. When you really want just one thing, nothing else but that one thing will really do it for you, Taige.”
He lay down between her thighs and pressed his mouth against her sex, sliding his hands behind her and gripping her waist to keep her still. He licked her clit, and then he looked up at her. “You’re the one thing I’ve been craving, so I wasn’t going to waste my time with anybody else. Not when all I wanted was you.”
His voice deepened and he rasped, “Lie down. Spread your legs for me.”
Her back had no sooner touched the ground than he pushed her legs apart, too impatient to wait. “I don’t need to ask if you’ve been with another guy,” he muttered against her. He licked her clit again, stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside, in and out, until she was rocking against his mouth, and she could feel herself hovering, right on the brink. But just when she thought she was going to go flying off into the stratosphere, Cullen stopped. He lifted his head, rested his chin low on her belly, and stared at her. “But I don’t want there to be another guy. I don’t want to think about you letting somebody else touch you like this.”
He lowered his head, licked her again, teased her right back to the edge again. Then he stopped. Again. He kissed her thigh and then shoved up onto his hands and knees, crawled up the length of her body, and lay down atop her, his cock pressed up against her belly. “Tell me there won’t be another guy.”
“So long as you promise me there won’t be any more girls,” she countered. “And so long as you stop teasing me . . . right now.”
He smiled at her, slanted his mouth across her, and pushed inside. “No more girls.”
“No other guy,” she promised.
He thrust deep inside her, and Taige, already so primed and ready, came just like that. He didn’t have to kiss her, didn’t have to touch her anywhere else. She came hard and fast, and when it was over, he was still moving inside, staring down at her, his turquoise gaze rapt on her face, his hands fisted in her hair.
Her lids drooped closed, and he tightened his grip. “Look at me, Taige,” he whispered. She was so damn pretty, so soft and sleek and hot. She lifted her lids and gave him that smile of hers, that teasing, sexy smile that made his dick get hard and twisted his heart and stomach into knots. Everything about her hit him so hard: the way she looked, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she cuddled up against him after one of her dreams, and the way she trusted him to hold her while she slept. She was so perfect—perfect for him.
Only him.
“Look at me,” he murmured again when her lids drooped low. He wanted to tell her. He’d been waiting two years to do it, and when he said it, he wanted to see her face when he did. He slowed the rhythm of his thrusts until he was barely rocking inside her.
She reached up, cupped his face in her hands. “I am looking. I see you, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet.
“I love you, Taige.”
Her eyes widened. Then her hands went around his neck, and her arms tightened. Willing, Cullen sank down against her and hugged her tight. Her lips brushed against his ear, and she murmured, “I love you.”
They held each other like that, tight and close, Cullen rocking against her with those slow, easy thrusts. They came together, and it was so damned perfect, when it was done, Cullen could feel tears burning his eyes. But he didn’t want her to see them, so he kept his face buried in her hair until he felt level again.
When he pulled out of her a few minutes
He lay down between her thighs and pressed his mouth against her sex, sliding his hands behind her and gripping her waist to keep her still. He licked her clit, and then he looked up at her. “You’re the one thing I’ve been craving, so I wasn’t going to waste my time with anybody else. Not when all I wanted was you.”
His voice deepened and he rasped, “Lie down. Spread your legs for me.”
Her back had no sooner touched the ground than he pushed her legs apart, too impatient to wait. “I don’t need to ask if you’ve been with another guy,” he muttered against her. He licked her clit again, stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside, in and out, until she was rocking against his mouth, and she could feel herself hovering, right on the brink. But just when she thought she was going to go flying off into the stratosphere, Cullen stopped. He lifted his head, rested his chin low on her belly, and stared at her. “But I don’t want there to be another guy. I don’t want to think about you letting somebody else touch you like this.”
He lowered his head, licked her again, teased her right back to the edge again. Then he stopped. Again. He kissed her thigh and then shoved up onto his hands and knees, crawled up the length of her body, and lay down atop her, his cock pressed up against her belly. “Tell me there won’t be another guy.”
“So long as you promise me there won’t be any more girls,” she countered. “And so long as you stop teasing me . . . right now.”
He smiled at her, slanted his mouth across her, and pushed inside. “No more girls.”
“No other guy,” she promised.
He thrust deep inside her, and Taige, already so primed and ready, came just like that. He didn’t have to kiss her, didn’t have to touch her anywhere else. She came hard and fast, and when it was over, he was still moving inside, staring down at her, his turquoise gaze rapt on her face, his hands fisted in her hair.
Her lids drooped closed, and he tightened his grip. “Look at me, Taige,” he whispered. She was so damn pretty, so soft and sleek and hot. She lifted her lids and gave him that smile of hers, that teasing, sexy smile that made his dick get hard and twisted his heart and stomach into knots. Everything about her hit him so hard: the way she looked, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she cuddled up against him after one of her dreams, and the way she trusted him to hold her while she slept. She was so perfect—perfect for him.
Only him.
“Look at me,” he murmured again when her lids drooped low. He wanted to tell her. He’d been waiting two years to do it, and when he said it, he wanted to see her face when he did. He slowed the rhythm of his thrusts until he was barely rocking inside her.
She reached up, cupped his face in her hands. “I am looking. I see you, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet.
“I love you, Taige.”
Her eyes widened. Then her hands went around his neck, and her arms tightened. Willing, Cullen sank down against her and hugged her tight. Her lips brushed against his ear, and she murmured, “I love you.”
They held each other like that, tight and close, Cullen rocking against her with those slow, easy thrusts. They came together, and it was so damned perfect, when it was done, Cullen could feel tears burning his eyes. But he didn’t want her to see them, so he kept his face buried in her hair until he felt level again.
When he pulled out of her a few minutes
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