“Lift your arms,” I whisper against her lips. Again, she doesn’t hesitate, her arms slowly rising into the air. My fingers slide under her shirt, and she shivers when my fingers trace up her bare stomach. I run my hand underneath her bra, tracing a line across her chest against the lacy material. Her eyes are closed, her teeth clamped onto her bottom lip. I’m not only driving her crazy, but me as well. I drag my hands down her soft skin and grip the hem of her shirt. Quickly, I pull it up and over her head. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her, but this is the first time I know she’s mine, know she loves me, and I’ll get to feel her heat wrapped around me. Reaching down, I adjust my hard cock.
Tilting my head, I latch onto one of her perfectly pert nipples through her bra.
“Ridge,” she moans, and I have to remind myself to go slow.
“Yeah, babe?” Her eyes pop open and glare at me. I wink at her before crossing over and pulling the other tight bud into my mouth. Her hands grip my shoulders, and I welcome the pain of her nails as they dig into my skin. This is real. She’s real, and this is happening. I will gladly bear the markings of our night together.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I lavish her with kisses, tasting her skin everywhere my lips will reach. When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I unsnap them and slowly slide the zipper down, the sound echoing into the quiet room. The only other sounds are our breathing and my lips against her skin.
“Hold on to me,” I tell her. My voice is raspy and filled with want. All for her.
When her hands land on my shoulders, I grip her jeans and pull them over her hips then down her long legs. I’m so lost in her I forgot I had to take her shoes off. “Sit down, babe.” She falls to the bed as if her legs can no longer hold her up; I grin because I did that. I make quick work of removing her shoes, her jeans immediately following. Looking up, my girl is lying back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, wearing nothing but her sexy-as-fuck black lace bra and panties. I take a minute to memorize her in this moment, burning the image of my beautiful sweet girl in my brain to last me a lifetime. When we’re old and gray and watching our grandkids run around the yard, I want to remember this moment, the entire fucking day. The day we pledged our love for each other, both through words and actions. Because that’s what I’m doing—I’m showing her how much I love her through touch. I’ll be fucking her, but there will never be a doubt in her mind that it’s not the result of the love I feel for her.
I stand and as if she can read my mind, she moves back to fully lie on the bed. I rip the shirt over my head, kick off my shoes, and quickly discard my pants, taking my boxer briefs with them. Bending down, I pull off my socks, reaching up to grab hers as well. She giggles when I swipe my finger up the center of the bottom of her foot.
“Love that fucking sound, sweet girl,” I say, climbing on the bed to lie beside her.
“I’m ticklish.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to store that for a later day.” I kiss her sweet lips.
“What about you?” she asks when I finally release her mouth. “Are you ticklish?”
“Nope,” I lie.
She studies me, her blue eyes trying to determine if I’m telling the truth. I work my arm around her to unhook her bra, needing her naked. She surprises me; once I have both arms around her, her hands trail up my sides and she tickles me. She didn’t think it out too well because I have my arms around her; even though I’m laughing, I’m able to grip her hips and lift her over me. As soon as her hot center lands on my hard cock, she stops her assault. She rocks her hips and I throw my head back on the pillow, letting the feel of her heat wash over me. Only a thin piece of lace is separating us, and I want it gone.
“Kendall.” Her name is a plea falling from my lips.
She rocks against me again. Her bra, which I successfully unsnapped, is hanging off her arms. She slowly removes it, one strap at a time, and tosses it over her head.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I say, sitting up to kiss her. I’m barely able to press my lips to hers when she pushes me back down on the bed. She rocks against me again, throwing her head back, her long dark hair cascading down her back.
“Feels good,” she murmurs.
Fuck this! The panties need to go. “Lift for me,” I say, tapping her thigh. She does as I ask. I grip her panties and tear first one side then the other, careful not to mar her perfect skin in the process.
“Those were my favorite,” she pouts.
“They were in the way.”
She sits back down and her wetness coats my cock. She again rocks her hips, and a slight shift would have me sliding home, inside her heat.
Flipping her over, I land on top of her. “I’m clean,” she says out of the blue. “I mean, I’m on the pill and . . . it’s been a while and after Cal, I was tested . . . I mean, I have been several times since him, just you know, wanted to be sure. We always used protection, but I just . . . Yeah, I’ll shut up now,” she rambles on.
God, I love this girl.
“Me too, babe. I’ve never gone without, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible. I mean, that’s how I got my son, after all.”
Her panic softens at the mention of Knox. “He’s a miracle baby.” She smiles.
“He is,” I agree. “I’ve been tested since Stephanie, but it’s a risk, Kendall. Apparently, my boys are good swimmers.” I wink to try and lighten this conversation. Not to mention it’s killing the mood.