And that life started right now.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I reached over to grab my pants, pulling my wallet from the back pocket. She watched with a heated expression, her hands trailing lightly over her breasts while I tore open the condom packet with my teeth.
I rolled it on, eyes locked on hers, and I knew, with every fiber in my wrecked soul, that she was it for me.
Remi’s legs hitched against my sides as I lay over her again, bracing my weight on my forearms next to her head. We kissed again and again as I worked my hips between her legs, small, rolling teases meant to make her crazy.
She was no passive participant—arching her back, clutching at mine, sucking at my jaw, biting down on the meat of my shoulder, sucking my tongue into her mouth, begging with her body when I still didn’t press inside.
When I gave her an inch, then retreated, doing it again, going a bit deeper, then deeper still with another rock of my hips, she tossed her head back and moaned my name.
It was the best fucking thing I’d ever heard in my life. As I moved, I watched her facial expressions, the furrow of her brow and the gentle O of her mouth showing me when something felt really good.
I pressed her leg high against my side, opening her up a bit more, then took her mouth in a wet, dirty kiss as I rolled my hips forward in a long, deep thrust that made her gasp.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She was tight. Hot and wet and the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
“You’re so good,” I groaned. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” I stayed still even though my body screamed to go hard and fast and chase the thing building in my bones. “Say it, firefly.”
Remi opened her eyes, a slow blink heavy with pure lust, the green of her irises sharp with need. “I’m yours.”
The pull back from her body was slow, so much slower than I thought I was capable of, but God, I wanted to feel every second, every breath, every fucking inch and sear it in my brain. Remi shifted underneath me when I didn’t move right away, wiggling her hips in a way that made me clench my teeth.
My fingers dug into her skin as I held her in place, the breath snagging in her throat when I gave her a soft, teasing kiss. “Mine,” I growled against her lips.
The next thrust was brutal—sharp and fast as I buried myself to the hilt. Remi’s shocked gasp cut off on a whimper when I did it again.
And again.
It was better than good. Better than perfect. This woman was made for me, and by some miracle, I seemed to be made for her.
As I worked myself between her legs in long, rolling strokes that made her moan, sweat building at my hairline, I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life.
Home.
She was my home.
When I couldn’t push hard enough, when I couldn’t go deep enough, I sat back on my haunches between her spread legs and hitched her higher, my hands around her thighs to hold her in place, snapping my hips between hers, fucking her so hard that her breasts bounced on each decisive snap.
Remi was pulled taut, her entire body tight like a bowstring, and she gripped my hands where they held her thighs, her teeth clenched as she tossed her head back and moaned my name. I wanted to hear it every day. In every way she could say it.
Wanted to hear her say my name on a sigh when I took her sweet and slow in the dark.
Wanted to hear her moan it in frustration when I teased her until she broke.
Wanted to hear her beg until I gave us both what we needed.
Her. I needed her.