“I know,” she breathed. “Please fuck me.”
She cried out when I took her in one long, hard thrust, the sound intoxicating and making my eyes roll back. My heart racing as I pulled most of the way out to take her again and again before finding my pace. One Savannah matched, her hands pressed to the wall to push back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Until she wasn’t.
Until she was leaning back and resting her head on my chest, slowing my movements. “Why are you holding back?”
“You’re pregnant.”
She turned in my arms and took half a step back to look up at me, a whimper falling from her lips when my body left hers. “And that’s stopped us before?”
“You passed out on me last night,” I reminded her.
Reclaiming the step she’d taken, she pressed close to me, her stare falling to where my hardened cock was straining against her belly. “I don’t break . . . not with you.” Wrapping her hands around my length, she started pumping, her grip tightening as she softly demanded, “Don’t treat me like I do.”
That racing of my heart earlier?
It was unforgiving.
Each beat claiming the woman in front of me was mine. Demanding I take her. Make her scream my name.
I removed her hands and let them fall to her sides before pressing the tips of my fingers to her chest and walking her backward until she hit the wall again. Gliding my hand up her throat, I curled my fingers around her jaw and lifted her head to kiss her.
Slow.
Tormenting.
Claiming.
Making her tremble when I let her lip slowly drag through my teeth.
The corner of my mouth twitched up as I whispered against her lips, “Rough then,” before delivering a hard, swift bite there.
She was in my arms and on my cock before her gasp of shock and pain faded away. And then her moans were filling my head, and my name was falling from her lips as I fucked her up against the wall, my hips moving in a harsh, punishing rhythm. She leaned forward, nails digging into my neck as she crushed her mouth to mine.
The kiss fierce and broken by our ragged breaths and her pleas for more.
And I gave myself over to my need for her.
Dragging my mouth across her jaw and down her neck to her breasts. Tormenting her with open-mouthed kisses and sharp, unhurried bites. Gripping her like I could claim her through touch alone. Brand her. Fucking her like I needed her to breathe.
Pushing her higher and higher, her walls clenching around me until she shattered. Crying out and gripping my shoulders so damn tight, a growl raked up my throat and urged me faster still.
I had my hand around her jaw and my mouth on hers, swallowing her moans and demanding more that she struggled to give around her uneven breaths. Her body vibrating against me and sending little shockwaves through me as I neared my own orgasm.
Every sound and movement she made like a shot of pure, carnal need to my veins. The girl had always been an addiction, one I would never get enough of.
A rumble of warning and absolute fucking ecstasy sounded in my chest when she turned things around, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard enough I was sure she drew blood.
My eyes opened to find her watching me, all that earlier heated excitement and challenge burning there.
I crushed my mouth to hers, taking and taking from the kiss even when she tried backing away to catch her breath. My hips losing all sense of rhythm as I began fucking her savagely.
Needing her to feel exactly what she did to me—what she’d always done to me. Needing to bring her to the highs I was already at and knowing I never could because that girl was my world.
A curse fell from my lips, and I stilled when pleasure barreled down my spine, my fingers clenching tighter as I poured my release into her. My world threatening to go red the instant I’d stopped toeing the line and fully given over to the darkness inside me.
But the feel of Savannah’s weight and her chest pushing against mine with each ragged breath grounded me, the same as it always had.
“Every last breath,” she whispered.
“And long after I’m gone,” I murmured against her collarbone.
A contented hum sounded in her throat but ended abruptly. “I think you’re bleeding.”
I licked the inside of my lip instinctively even though I’d already tasted the copper. “I know.” I lifted my head to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll repay you one day.”
Amusement tugged at her mouth, her eyes dancing at the thought. “I meant back here,” she said, her fingers gliding across my shoulders before she let her head fall back against the wall. Her legs tightened around my waist as she gave me a look that had me hardening inside her. “But you’re welcome to repay me now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I rumbled as I leaned forward to capture her mouth again.
Just before our lips met, the sound of car doors shutting outside had us going still.
“That wasn’t here,” Savannah said softly, voice more of a plea than anything because she knew it was.
“Did you lock the door?”
She gave me a look that was just as confused as it was frustrated. “When do we ever lock the door?”
“Damnit,” I groaned as I set Savannah on her feet. “We need to start.”
“Everyone has keys anyway,” she reasoned as we scrambled to gather our clothes and dress. She slowed from pulling on her pants when the front door opened and listened when their voices echoed from the entryway. “It’s Emberly and Cayson. Did you know they were coming?”
I gave her a dry look. “I planned on being buried in you all night. No.”
A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “It’s still afternoon, we have all night.”
“One second,” I yelled when Emberly called out for Savannah, then pulled my wife into my arms. “As soon as they leave, we’re deadbolting the door, and I’m getting lost in you.”
She sucked in a soft breath as heat crept up her neck. “I like that plan.”
“Also . . .” I released her to search my pockets, my fingers finally curling around her engagement ring and wedding band. “I was wondering if you’d like these back?”
She sagged against my chest, nodding quickly as she reached for them. “Please.”
I helped her put them on, then tipped her head back to steal an unhurried kiss. “Love you.”
“So much,” she whispered against my lips, then placed her fingers against my jaw to keep me there a second longer. “Thank you.”
Amusement rumbled in my chest. “Thank you.” Slipping my arm around her waist, I stepped back to head for the stairs. “Let’s go see what they want.”
“Um . . .” She tugged out of my grasp, her face scrunching up adorably. “Tell them I’ll be down in a minute.”
I watched as she began backing away, my eyebrows drawing close. “They’re not here for me.”
Her voice dropped even lower as if there’d been a chance of us being heard before. “I’m not gonna be able to talk to them when I have cum dripping out of me.”
A sharp laugh left me as I watched her hurry toward our side of the house, then started for the stairs.
When I found Emberly and Cayson in the kitchen, they both stopped talking and turned to watch me.