Protecting the Boundary (LA Wolves #8)

Chapter 49

FORTY-NINE

This kiss is a claiming, a promise that I will never let her down like I did before. I will love her as hard and as long as I can.

Wrapping one hand around her back, I use the other to lift up her leg and carry her to the bed. I don’t dare break the kiss as I lay her down, desperate to feel her mouth as she submits to me.

Her hands wrap around my neck, holding me close as I plunge my tongue into her mouth and grind my aching, jean-covered cock against her.

“Need to feel you,” she pants.

I sit up and take off my jacket and pull off my shirt in record time. Her hungry eyes trace down my six pack, followed by her fingers. She leans forward and traces a reverse path with her tongue that has my eyes closing and my head tipping back.

Her hands go to the button on my jeans as she keeps peppering kisses along my abs. Every so often, her tongue darts out, and the sensation is making my mind a mess of desire.

I laugh at the visual of her frantically trying to get my pants undone while she’s still wearing her big, bulky coat. She stops kissing and looks up at me and then at herself. A bright smile washes over her face and makes my chest tighten with love. How could I have been so blind to not understand what was right in front of me?

“Oops, should probably take off the winter jacket,” she giggles.

“Let me,” I say, my smile fading as I strip her out of her jacket and then her sweater until she’s left in only her bra and pants. I lean down to kiss her as I unhook her bra and slide the straps down her toned arms. I remove her boots and socks and then slowly—teasingly—I pull off her jeans and her underwear.

Her eyes are molten by the time she’s bared before me, her naked body absolute perfection. I kiss her hip, then that triangle of hair I’ve grown so fond of before finally kissing her pussy. I get down on my knees and use my fingers to spread her open, loving how wet she is already for me.

“This pussy is mine,” I demand.

She rubs her hand over my head. “Only yours.” I love how thick her voice is with desire.

I love everything about this woman, but most of all I love that she’s mine. That I didn’t mess it up.

I rub my fingers up and down her opening, spreading her juices around and getting my fingers nice and slick before I gently push two of them inside her. She sucks in a sharp breath, her hand tightening on my head, but I don’t stop. I know what she likes, what she needs to get off.

I wrap my lips around her plump clit and suck, flicking it with my tongue as I pump my fingers inside her. Her back arches off the bed as she lets out a cry and tries to tighten her legs around my head. But I’m not having any of that, not until she comes and her taste floods my mouth.

“God, Romel, I’m s-so close.”

I curl my fingers, rubbing her G-spot as I continue sucking and licking her clit. Like a bomb, she detonates, her pussy tightening on my fingers, squeezing them so tight. My other hand comes up and gently pinches one of her nipples, knowing it’ll extend her pleasure.

As the last of her orgasm fades, she sags back on the bed, and I take the opportunity to pull the condoms I brought from my jeans pocket and then remove my jeans and boxer briefs, kicking them off to the side.

I stand over her, my cock hard and ready, as Meredith’s eyes drink me in. Her lips are parted, chest heaving with anticipation. I tear open the condom wrapper and roll it onto my length, my gaze locked on to hers. Her eyes are a storm of desire and love, a mix that has my heart pounding.

“You’re mine.” I lean down, bracing myself over her, our breaths mingling. “You’re mine, Meredith,” I growl, saying it again as I kneel on the bed and spread her legs wider. She nods, her breath hitching as I position myself at her entrance. I need her to know, because I’m never letting her go again. A week apart already felt like an eternity, and I never want to experience anything like that again.

I rub my tip against her wetness, teasing her, making her squirm.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice barely recognizable. I want her to do more than nod. I need to know she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.

“I’m yours, Romel,” she breathes, her hands reaching for my hips, trying to pull me into her body.

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss as I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt. She gasps into my mouth, her nails digging into my skin. I start to move, slow and deep, each stroke igniting a fire within us. Her hips rise to meet mine, our bodies syncing together just like they have every time we’ve had sex.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur against her neck, my pace quickening. Her response is a moan, her head tilting back to give me better access. I kiss, suck, and bite her neck, my hands roaming her body, touching every inch of her like it’s sacred ground.

“Harder, Romel,” she pants, her legs wrapping around my waist, urging me deeper. I oblige, my hips moving faster, my cock filling her completely. The room fills with the sound of our bodies coming together, our ragged breaths, and her soft moans.

I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm close. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it in time with my thrusts, her moans growing louder, her body tensing.

“Come for me, Meredith,” I command, my voice hoarse. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

And she does. Her body convulses, her pussy clenching me so tight I see stars. I keep thrusting, riding out her orgasm, until I can’t hold back any longer. My own release crashes through me, a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath. I groan, my body shuddering as I spill into her, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling with aftershocks.

I collapse on top of her, my heart pounding against hers. But nothing has ever felt better than having her back in my arms where she belongs. I hold on to her for a moment longer before I roll off her, so I can dispose of the condom.

When I get back in bed, I pull her into my arms. Her skin is still flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She looks at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. But before she can say anything, I cut her off with a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Meredith,” I whisper against her lips

She melts against me, her body fitting perfectly with mine. “I love you too, Romel.”

We lie there, our limbs tangled and my fingers playing with her long, soft hair. “So, Boston?”

Her fingers trace invisible shapes on my chest. “One of my UCLA professors had a connection here, and they could get me in next semester if I do well in the interview tomorrow.”

I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be done with the season in early January unless we make it to the playoffs, so Kay and I could move here with you as soon as the season is up.”

She twists her head so she can see me better, her pink lips parted in surprise. “You would move here?”

“Haven’t you been paying attention? I’m going wherever you are. If you want to do grad school here in Boston, then Kay and I will be here too.”

A mix of emotions flits across her face, but the most obvious is relief. I kiss her forehead. “I will follow you anywhere, Meredith.”

“I love you,” she whispers.

A smile fills my face as she relaxes against me and sleep finally pulls us under.