Page 154 of Fangirl

His fingers tangle in my hair, his other hand cupping mycheek as he murmurs, “Say it again.”

I press my lips to his. “Yes.”

He groans like the word undoes him all over again, and then I’m in his arms, my back against the wall, his mouth devouring mine with the kind of desperation that makes my toes curl.

“I want you,” he whispers against my throat, dragging kisses down the column of my neck. “But not fast. I want to savor you.”

“Then take your time,” I breathe out. “But I’m not letting you do all the work.”

That earns me a wicked grin. “Oh?”

“Mm-hmm.” I push at his chest. “Bed. Now. Clothes off.”

He obeys, but not without commentary. “Yes, ma’am. Look at this take-charge energy.”

“You like it.”

“Understatement.”

We peel off clothes between kisses, laughter breaking through the heat. I climb into his lap on the bed, completely bare, flushed from head to toe, and his breath catches.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Every inch of you. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

I brace my knees on either side of his thighs, feeling the hard press of him between us, hot and thick. His hands slide reverently over my hips, my waist, then up to cup my breasts.

“I’m not going to last if you keep looking at me like that,” he says roughly.

“Good.” I reach between us to stroke him slowly,watching the way his lashes flutter and his breath hitches.

When I sink down onto him, his hands fly to my hips, fingers digging in like he’s barely holding on. I gasp, the stretch delicious and overwhelming, his body filling mine, inch by inch, until we’re fully connected.

“Fuck,” he growls, forehead pressed to my chest. “You feel like heaven.”

I rock slowly, letting myself adjust, and he watches me like he’s starved for every detail—my flushed skin, the way I move, the soft moans that slip past my lips.

His thumb finds my clit, circling with perfect pressure, and my head falls back, pleasure tightening low in my belly.

“Jake,” I whisper.

“I’ve got you,” he says, his voice fierce and reverent all at once. “Ride me, baby. Show me how you want it.”

And I do.

I move over him, slow and steady, then faster as need builds, riding that edge between control and surrender. His hands never stop moving, one gripping my ass, the other still circling.

The orgasm takes me by surprise, crashing through me in waves, and I cry out his name as my whole body trembles. He follows with a guttural groan, thrusting up into me as he comes, gripping me so tight it’s like he’s trying to fuse us together.

Afterward, we collapse in a tangled heap, our limbs entwined, hearts racing.

Jake kisses my forehead, my cheek, my shoulder, every inch of me he can reach.

“I love you,” he says into my skin. “And I’m going tospend the rest of my life proving it.”

I smile, my eyes fluttering closed, my body sore and sated and absolutely his.

“You already have.”

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