Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Leonard
The bedroom door glides open silently, my bare feet sinking into the cream carpet as I enter the guest bedroom—Shelby’s room . . . for now.
I feel my cock stir at the thought of her being in my bedroom permanently, our bedroom. I’ve been patient this long. I can wait a little longer.
The sight I walk into makes my heart pound and my cock rock hard.
Shelby lies on her back across the foot of the bed, wrapped in a white towel. My blood heats at the sight.
God, I love this woman.
Spying her bare left hand, I push down my impatience. I need to make her mine. Soon, I remind myself.
Chuckling, I close the door and make my way over to the bed.
“You’re supposed to be tucked up in bed.” I tut.
“Hi.” Shelby stretches the word out, turning her head to greet me.
“You tired, baby?” I ask, dropping a gentle kiss to her left cheek.
“Mm-hmm.” She blinks slowly.
“Good girl for drinking your juice,” I praise.
“You’re so bossy,” she grumbles.
I smile at the way her brow furrows when my fingers confidently tug at the corners of her towel where it’s tucked at the centre of her chest.
Shelby stares down her nose at my quick-working fingers. “What are you doing?”
“Taking what I want.”
“What do you want?” she whispers.
Leaning down, I touch my nose to hers and match her volume. “You.”
Shock covers her face, then confusion.
I love this part. When she figures it out.
Shelby’s eyes widen as I pull the ends of the towel apart, revealing her body.
“You,” she breathes.
“Me.” I smirk.
“I don’t understand.” She blinks, shaking her head.
“Yes, you do. You feel it too, Shelby. This thing between us.” Catching her chin, I pull her gaze back to me. “Tell me you feel this.”
“Yes,” she answers quietly.
“Tell me you love this.” Her heart beats steadily under my palm.
“Yes,” she agrees lowly, her eyes drooping closed more and more with every blink.
Closing my eyes, I breathe her in. My hand moves down the center of her body until I reach my target. “Tell me you want this.”
Silence fills the room as my fingers slip through her wetness. Finding her nub, I press lightly until her cheeks flush.
“Yes.” It’s barely audible, but it’s enough.
Closing the space between us, I kiss her heated cheek. Pulling away, my eyes drift over her again.
Shelby keeps her eyes on me for as long as she can, but as I roll her onto her stomach, she’s forced to break our gaze.
My cock aches, bouncing free when I shove my pants down, desperate to find a release inside her.
Folding my body over Shelby’s, I press my lips to her bare shoulder, along her back, and up her neck.
“I’m never letting you go,” I whisper.
Pushing in, I groan. The blanket beneath us swallows Shelby’s shocked grunt. Her wet entrance greets me eagerly.
Fuck, I will never get tired of this feeling.
“You hear that?” My lips graze against her left shoulder before my teeth nip. The sound of our bodies connecting fills the room. “You always take me so well.”
Goose pimples spread across her back more and more with every panted breath that hits her.
Another moan leaves her at my words.
“When you live here, we’re going to do this every day, every night.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I turn her face to mine, my words spoken into the skin of her cheek. “And one day soon, you’ll remember who it is. You’ll know it was me who put that ache deep between your legs.”
I feel her pussy squeeze at my words.
Chuckling, I slam inside her and hold, grinding my hips into her ass, shoving my cock as deep as I can.
I watch as her mouth opens, lost in pleasure while bordering on sleep. I feel Shelby come beneath me, her muscles tensing even as her eyes close and her breathing evens.
Pulling out, I almost leave her before thrusting again. My bare toes curl into the carpet as I give my all.
Over and over, I fuck my future wife.
Pushing up onto my hands, I lift my chest off her back. Glancing down between our bodies, I watch my glistening cock disappear over and over. The sight has me on the edge within seconds.
I can never get enough of her.
“Fuck, baby.” I pant.
Dropping my right hand to her hip, I hold tight, my grip bruising. My thrusts don’t soften as I chase my high. The sound of wetness echoes over and over, the smell of arousal clings to us.
Standing fully, my left hand embeds in her damp locks, tightening until her head strains.
The image of her bending to my will burns behind my eyelids.
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.
“Uhhh,” I groan, filling her. My hips continue to move quickly even after my orgasm stops. Her sensitive walls flutter with pleasure.
I keep my eyes closed until I finally leave her body. The sight that greets me makes my softening cock twitch.
Evidence of what we’ve done leaks from between her legs.
Shelby is the only woman who made me want to try again after my first wife betrayed me. She’s never leaving, no matter how I have to trap her.
Reaching over her prone form, I grasp the edge of the bedding and pull, folding it toward us.
“Time for bed,” I tell her sleeping form.
Pushing off the soft mattress, my eyes catch on the glass sitting on top of her bedside table.
The half full glass.
Shit!
I hadn’t come in too early. Shelby had still been awake because she hadn’t drunk all of her sedative.
“You’re a bad girl, Shelby,” I growl, bringing my open palm down on her round ass.
Hopefully, a delayed sleep is the only consequence.
Fuck!