"Good," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to make me moan again. "I want you to fall, Evie. I want you so wild for me that you can't imagine a future without me in it." His teeth graze my skin, his groan wild. "I want you so fucking in love with me, you can't see past me."
I don't tell him I want the same thing. Somehow, I think he already knows. Somehow, I think he's known since the moment we met that this was inevitable. I was always supposed to be right here, with his hands on my body and his teeth in my skin. I was always supposed to be dizzy from the way he tells me every thought in his head and holds nothing in reserve. I was always supposed to fall.
It's terrifying and exhilarating.
"Don't break my heart," I whisper, the tiniest of pleas.
He tips my head back, his wild eyes locked with mine. The softness there wrecks me like nothing ever has. "Break it? Oh, princess," he breathes. "I'm going to hold it so tight no one else ever even has a chance of taking even a tiny piece of it from me."
"Kiss me."
His hand cradles the back of my head, tilting it up to meet his mouth. He sinks into me like he's got all night, brushing his lips across mine in soft passes before he sinks deeper.
I melt beneath him, my hands all twisted up in his shirt. One slips beneath, my palm landing against his abdomen. His skin is electric against mine, his body so hard my mind can't even comprehend the work it takes to look like he does.
"Damn," he breathes against my lips, his fingers hooking into the sides of my shirt. "I need to see you, princess."
"Yes."
He groans softly, breaking the kiss to tug my shirt over my head. Part of me wants to wrap my arms around myself and hide all the soft parts, flaws, and imperfections, but the way he's looking at me like he just won the lottery stops me.
"You're so fucking pretty, Evie." His thumb brushes my nipple through my bra, making me moan. "I've been jerking myself raw to that picture you sent me. I fucking love that I got to see a side of you that you don't show anyone else."
"It was supposed to be a turn off," I mumble.
"You without makeup, looking like a fucking angel?" He arches a brow, pinching my nipple. "There isn't a damn thing unattractive about that, baby."
My head falls back on a moan, my breath unsteady.
"I can't wait to wake up to you in the morning." He slips the straps of my bra down my shoulders, his fingers trailing along my bare skin. "Christ, Evie. I'm ready to come, just thinking about it."
I groan his name, pushing his shirt up higher.
"You want this off?"
"Yes. I want to see you."
He grins at me before yanking it off over his head.
Good god. I think I could die happy right here, staring at all those abs. There are eight of them. Every inch of him is a slab of golden muscle.
"Your turn, princess. Lose the bra," he growls.
I meet his gaze, reaching behind me to unhook it. It immediately falls forward, catching at my elbows. I lower it slowly, teasing him a little.
"Fucking hell," he groans, palming his cock, his eyes locked on my tits. "I can't fucking wait to get my mouth all over those pretty little things, Evie."
"What's stopping you?"
He growls, yanking me off the back of the couch so fast I gasp, clinging to him. I don't even get a chance to catch my breath before he's storming through the house, taking the steps two at a time.
I see nothing but giant windows and our reflections bouncing back at us before we're in his room. I don't see any of it either before I'm on the bed, bouncing on the plush surface.
He's on me in two seconds, his body caging me in.
"Kingston!" I shout, arching as his lips wrap around one nipple, pulling it into his mouth. My hands fly to the back of his head, holding him against me.
He growls, biting and sucking. I feel every move he makes deep in my womb and lower, pulsing against my clit. I pull his hair, moaning his name as he switches from one to the other, going back and forth until the ache is so intense, I think I might explode into pieces.