Page 99 of Igniting Sparks

Wrapping my hands around his hips, I take him in my mouth, his entire body reverberating with need. My tongue glides along his shaft, dancing over the tip as his hand rests on my head.

But he’s holding back, and I want him wild.

I press a few kisses to his hip and meet his gaze. “Show me, Braden. Don’t hold back. I want to know exactly what you need.”

He bites his lip and winds his hand in my hair, directing my mouth back to his cock.

He guides my head up and down, and I work him over, the desperation in us both nearing a breaking point.

But I don’t stop.

I need to push him over that edge, just like he’s done to me so many times.

Every time I suck him deeper, his breath hitches like he’s trying not to fall apart—which is exactly where I want him.

His body jerks, rough groans tearing from his throat as he comes.

I lick my lips and rise, watching him stumble back and collapse onto the chaise like I just short-circuited his soul.

“Holy shit. That was amazing.”

“We’re not done yet.” I peel off my dress and shimmy out of it, earning an appreciative nod.

“Come here, beautiful.”

“Not yet.” I shed my bra and underwear, keeping my gaze locked on him as he strokes his cock.

I straddle him, teasing him with kisses, his hands gripping my hips and pressing me close.

I’m loving this shift in the power dynamic.

I’m also loving the fact that the man has seriously impressive rebound ability.

Or maybe it’s just me that brings it out in him.

“Look at you. All ready for round two.”

“Might have something to do with how fucking gorgeous you are.”

“I like that answer.”

He grabs a condom from his pocket and rolls it down his hardened shaft. “Ride me, Mina.”

I sink onto him with a gasp—part relief, partholy-shit-he’s-so-deep—and he grips my hips like he’s anchoring himself.

I wrap my arms around him, rocking slow and steady. This isn’t just about pleasure, it’s about showing him he’s mine. That I know exactly how to love him.

He swears under his breath, his hands roamingeverywhere—my thighs, my waist, up to my face. I grab them and press them to my chest, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Mina…” His voice is ragged, thick with need.

“I mean it.” I ride him harder now, faster, the pleasure curling hot in my belly. “I love you, and I’m never walking away again.”

He comes with a ragged curse, body jerking beneath mine. I follow, shuddering as the orgasm crashes through me, both of us left breathless and ruined in the best way.

I press a kiss to his collarbone. “Damn, I’mstarvingnow.”