Chapter Thirteen #3
He issued a rough noise low in his throat, and his hands landed on her waist.
Summer kissed him harder in response, pouring every ounce of joy and relief and terrifying love straight into the caress.
Sliding her hands under his shirt, she touched the velvet steel of his muscled body. She needed him close, needed him touching her.
Needed to show him how much she loved him without saying a word.
Vander backed her against the counter, mouth moving against hers, hot and demanding enough to make her knees sag.
When she skimmed her fingers lower to work his belt open, he growled against her lips. “Summer.”
She smiled against his. “We only have so much time together before Ben’s home and we can’t have sex in the kitch—”
Her words ended in a squeal as he claimed her mouth. The hot, demanding flip of his tongue sent electric shockwaves through her core, but the way his eyes darkened with a look she could only call possessive sent her over the edge.
She shoved his shirt up, and he broke the kiss long enough to yank it over his head. Her breath caught at the sight of him. The man took every last brain cell just by standing in her kitchen shirtless in the warm yellow light.
With a moan, she grabbed him again. Their lips collided, urgency building with every heartbeat that passed.
He tore off her shirt, casting it aside. Then her bra loosened around her torso and fell away too.
When he ducked his head and captured her nipple between his teeth, scraping lightly, her pussy flooded. Gasping out, she sank her fingers into his hair and dragged him closer, needing more of that scorching roughness that threw her over the cliff of reason.
She didn’t know how they got their clothes off, but when he lifted her onto the counter and spread her knees, her inner walls clenched with desire.
He dropped to one knee in front of her splayed legs. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered against her inner thigh. “You’re beautiful.”
Heat rolled through her, sharp and fast and demanding.
He buried his tongue in her folds, spiking more heat through her body. The pulse of need swelled fast, making it hard to breathe. She dug her fingers into his shoulders to keep from falling off the counter and arched into his lips and tongue.
“Yes,” she hissed when he sucked her clit in the way he knew would finish her. He reached up and strummed his thumb over her peaked nipple, and she cried out again.
“Vander! Oh god. I’m…yes!” Her orgasm hit so fast it stole her mind.
She rode the pulsations and the liquid scorch of his mouth on her clit in sucking pulls. She didn’t realize the counter bit into her thighs until they both came up for air.
Her chest heaved, and she reached for him as he pushed to his feet.
He gathered her close, kissing her softer now, but the instant she wrapped her thighs around his waist, it was game on again.
His thick erection stroked against her wet folds, and they both fell still.
“Condom,” he gritted out.
She blinked at him, some of the haze clearing as she stared at the painful twist of want on his face. She dropped her forehead to his, breathing hard.
“What if…we don’t use one?”
He stilled.
“I’m on birth control,” she said in a rush. “Have been forever. I want to feel you inside me. Just you.” Her voice trailed off, but he heard.
“Christ, honey, you’re killing me. You’re sure?”
She nodded, nose brushing his. Then she kissed him, and suddenly the only thing between them and forever was one hard shove of his cock.
He filled her in a swift glide. Her inner walls stretched around his bare length, and they shared a groan.
“Ohh!”
“Yes!”
He withdrew with his cock coated in her juices.
Everything about the moment felt exhilarating and freeing after weeks of fear and years of tension.
Now there was only them and what came next.
She flattened her hands on his muscled back, pulling him into her. With every thrust, she felt a little more of his control slip until he was breathing fast and his movements grew jerkier.
“I’m filling you with my cum, honey. Fuck!” He buried himself and let go. Her own cry broke apart into gasps as she lost control right along with him.
Before the second jet of hot cum bathed her inner walls, his mouth slammed over hers.
It wasn’t slow or careful. It was hungry and filled with the kind of elation she’d never felt before, like they’d both finally stopped waiting for the world to ruin what they had together and claimed it as theirs.
She came back to her senses slowly, arms and legs tangled around her lover as both of them fought for air.
She lifted her head and looked around at the kitchen. During their wild moments, the saltshaker had fallen over and salt spilled across the counter. Coffee had sloshed from Vander’s mug.
She issued a breathless laugh. “I’m going to have to disinfect the counters.”
His grin spread across her shoulder. “You spray and I’ll wipe.”
She giggled. “This is what people call morning glory.”
He slid his hand lazily up her thighs and lifted his gaze to hers. Heat still simmered in the depths.
“This is what people call love.”