This is a moment that I will never forget.
I move up the bed, leaning over her and kissing her lips. She lifts my T-shirt, her fingers running up my back, then mutters, “Your turn.”
My cock approves of this.
I slide off the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor. My sweatpants and boxers soon follow, and then I’m standing there naked before her. I let her take me in, knowing she likes what she sees by the wide-eyed stare she gives me. She bites her bottom lip as her gaze reaches my cock, which is proudly jutting out, just waiting for her attention.
“Fuck me,” she mouths, and I can’t help but smile.
“I plan to,” I reply, grinning as I sit on the bed, roll her over to her side, spooning her from behind. “Are you on the pill?”
She nods. “Yeah, I am.”
“I’m clean,” I tell her, hoping that she’ll let me fuck her bareback. “And I got tested and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Okay,” she says, reaching behind her to stroke my cock. “I want you to fuck me, Ranger. I trust you.”
Those words are like music to my ears.
Turning her head toward me, I kiss her again, while my hand wanders down and starts to play with her clit. She’s still wet, dripping from her orgasm. I take my cock in my hand and gently slide into her from behind, my lips still attached to hers. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so much before, which is new for me. I don’t usually kiss that much during sex, because it feels too personal, but with Jo, there’s no such thing. I want to be as close to her as possible. She feels amazing, her pretty pussy squeezing my cock as I slide in and out. She moans into my mouth as I continue to play with her clit, wanting her to come, over and over again. I slide out of her and lay back, pulling her on top, wanting her to ride me so I can watch those tits and stare at her face. I want to take her in every position possible, and I plan to by the end of the night.
She takes my cock and slides herself down on it. I sink my teeth into my lip, watching her as she lifts her hips up and down, owning it. I sit up and take her face in my hands, kissing her lips and thrusting upward, fucking her. She feels so fuckin’ amazing, and now that I know what I’ve been missing out on, I know I can’t . . . no, I won’t, give this up. She comes again, and I can feel it, her pussy squeezing even tighter, the ecstasy playing on her face turning me on even more. When I can see that she’s come back to herself, I roll her over onto her back with me still inside her, and thrust in and out, deeper and harder, until I come, my face buried in her neck as I whisper her name. I wipe the sweat from her brow and kiss her lips gently, then the apple of her cheeks. I take in her expression, and something inside me does a little flip when I see the small, sleepy smile on her face.
“You okay?” I ask, sliding out of her.
“Perfect,” she replies, pulling me back down so I’m pressed against her. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I wasn’t going to,” I say, already wanting her again as her nipples touch my chest. “Do you want anything? Some water?”
“No,” she says, placing a kiss on my neck. “I’m okay. I don’t want to move right now.”
“You don’t have to, because I’ll get whatever you want for you.”
“The only thing I want I already have,” she says, yawning. “Which is you right here.”
Fuck.
She falls asleep soon after that, but I stay wide-awake, replaying those words over and over in my head. Did she mean them? Does this mean that this is more than a onetime thing? Or will she wake up and turn ice-cold? Or worse, what if she regrets us being together? I don’t know how I’d take that, to be honest. I might not have known this woman long, but I’ve been drawn to her like no other from the very beginning, and every new thing I find out about her I like. I want to know everything about her. I want to protect her, and I don’t want another man even fuckin’ breathing in her direction. I’ve never felt possessive about a woman in my life, and I don’t really know how to handle it, but she’s just going to have to deal.
She’s mine, and I don’t fuckin’ care what I have to do to keep her.
I exhale as I let that sink in, realizing that that’s what I’ve decided.
She’s mine.
I kiss her forehead, and eventually fall asleep with her wrapped safely in my arms.
• • •
The next morning, when I open my eyes, Jo is gone from the bed and I can hear the shower running. I woke her up early in the morning with my mouth on her, and then fucked her until we both came before falling asleep again. Curious to see how she’s going to react, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom, taking the partially open door as an invite. I just watch her for a second, water cascading down her body, her blond hair stuck to her face. I love the shape of her figure, and I harden at the sight of her. Fuck, I hope she has no idea just how much I want her, because I fear the intensity will scare her. It fuckin’ scares me. I’ve never cared before, and, for the first time, I don’t know how to deal with this. I really just want to go caveman on her ass, throw her over my shoulder and take her back home, but we still have Elizabeth to save and a fuckin’ operation to take down.
“You just going to stand there watching me, or are you going to join me?” she asks without turning around. I open the glass door and step inside—the hot water on my skin just what I need. Jo moves over, my large presence shadowing her body. Silently, I reach for the soap and wash my body, then wash hers too, any chance or excuse to touch her.