I freeze in his grip. “What?”
Hazel eyes crash with green. There’s no looking away, even if Millie burst into the room. “I love you, Kee. Isn’t it obvious?”
The rigid knot in my throat makes it difficult to swallow. “Well, um, I guess. You’ve been doing a good job showing me.”
“Just the words were missing.” His mouth meets the corner of my lips.
It’s as if he’s reading my thoughts from earlier. “I was convinced I didn’t need them, but it’s nice to hear. I love you, too. Do you know that?”
“I could’ve been an ass and assumed, but wasn’t positive.”
“Well consider all your suspicions confirmed.” I untie the knot at my nape. With a hiss of silk, my dress becomes a puddle on the floor. “Enough talking.”
Crawford feasts on my bare form, giving me the slowest once-over in the history of ogling. My skin pebbles further under his watchful gaze. Heat swirls around me, pooling in my lower belly and fanning out to my limbs. I twitch my fingers, desperate to touch him. His Adam’s apple bobs with a thick gulp as he tilts my face up.
“This mouth.” His kiss is delicate, yet I shiver against him. Crawford’s palms drift from the flare of my hips to the ridges of my ribs. He cups my breasts in his big palms, the pillowy flesh almost spilling over. “These tits.” A slow drag of his tongue along my cleavage follows that choppy statement. “So perfect. Every inch.”
I press myself into him. “Aren’t you dishing out all the compliments tonight?”
He groans into the crook of my neck. “I still have a lot of making up to do.”
“Where will you begin?”
His fingers dip between my folds, zeroing in on that needy bud. “Here?”
After a few swipes, I’m already nearing the edge. My body is primed and ready for the taking, building and spinning higher. I rock my hips into his hand. The relentless circles against my clit make me dizzy. My muscles clench on nothing, demanding more. He speeds up, and I grab his arm as an anchor.
“Oh, yes. There.”
Crawford pulls away just as the edge of my vision is beginning to blur. The suggestion of an orgasm fades faster than I can protest. “Not yet, Kee. I wanna be inside you. We’re gonna find release together.”
I’m nodding along, on board and raring to go. “Yes, I need you.”
With a harsh jerk, the T-shirt gets whipped over his head. He holds his arms out. “Take me, babe.”
No further encouragement necessary. I shuck his briefs with a single downward swoop. He palms my ass and hoists me up. I cinch my legs around him as he carries me to the bed. A second later, I’m falling against the mattress with an exhaled oomph. Crawford settles over me, aligning us just right. His hardness prods at my entrance, and I spread wider for easy access.
He brushes his lips over mine. “I love you, Keegan.”
I slay the sliver of distance, sealing our mouths in a hot, wet embrace. “And I love you.”
Crawford enters me with a smooth glide, my slick core welcoming him with ease. I’m seconds away from drooling from the burst of molten smoke curling around my center that he’s stoking. His biceps strain as he holds himself still. I lift my hips, urging him on.
He presses a kiss to my flushing cheek. “There’s no hurry, babe. Let me enjoy you for a minute.”
Well, when he puts it that way. I dance my fingers along the sinewy muscles bulging in his back. My touch wanders lower, landing on the firm globes of his ass. He flexes against my hold until I smooth my palms upward to settle on his shoulders. Tan pecs stacked with muscles nab my concentration next. I suck and nip and lick along his collarbone until he quakes.
After another moment of my teasing, a groan vibrates off Crawford’s chest. “That’s not gonna help me last longer, Kee.”
“We have all night. Make love to me. Again and again.”
He shudders again, giving in with a forward thrust. I jolt upward on the bed from the force. We set an easy rhythm that makes my mouth water.
I grip onto him harder. “Yes, yes. Show me who I belong to.”
“With pleasure, babe.”
His strokes are languid, a slow roll of hips colliding and receding. I gasp and Crawford swallows the sound, sipping at my pleasure from an endless tap. We’re joining in the most intimate place, sharing private whispers with each seamless push. He buries his face against the base of my throat while grinding us tighter than a screw. The staccato of slapping skin ricochets off the walls, matching our laboring exhales. I arch off the mattress until his skin sizzles along mine. Everywhere. The temperature spikes and plunges our passion to a heightened level.
He trails his mouth along the slope of my bust, latching onto one taut point and flicking the other.
“Ford,” I moan.
He releases me with a wet pop. “So fucking hot, babe. I love your body.”
“Good thing I’m yours.” I squeal when he tweaks my nipple.
“And I’m yours, Kee.”
I let my eyelids grow heavy and hooded as he gives me another lazy stroke. We’re not in a rush. The love we expressed moments ago is now being shared between our bodies. The words cycle on a wheel, gaining strength with each burning coil of our connection. When he slams into me, we’re one being. I spear my fingers in his hair to drag him that much closer. The tang of sweat hits my nostrils, and I inhale our devotion with a ragged breath.
He kisses the affection curling on my mouth. “Ready?
“Always.” I press my damp forehead to his, nodding against him.
Crawford’s motions speed up, striking me in the place I need him most. The tingles tickle at the base of my spine, and I chase the rising flames. He punches deeper and harder and faster. I writhe beneath him, begging for more. His palm slips under my ass and tilts
