Page 121 of Make Me Yours

“I missed you,” I say, letting my hand glide a little higher along her silken thigh.

She shifts closer before swinging one leg over my lap until she straddles me. The T-shirt she’s wearing slides higher on her hips, and that’s the exact moment I realize she’s not wearing panties.

My cock reacts before my brain can catch up, pressing hard against my jeans.

She smirks, her lips curving into a devilish smile. “See something you like?”

“Yeah,” I rasp. “Been thinking about it all fucking night.”

She leans in and brushes a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I missed you too.”

That’s all it takes for my restraint to break. My hands slide up her thighs, caressing the swell of her ass, squeezing gently as I guide her closer.

“How the hell did I go ten years without having you?” I whisper, more to myself than to her.

She rocks her hips against me. “Not sure. Maybe you should focus on making up for lost time.”

My lips curve. “Oh, trust me. I plan to.”

I draw her T-shirt over her head, baring her to the moonlight. Her skin glows under its silver kiss, so beautiful it nearly drops me to my knees.

She undoes the buttons of my shirt with quick, sure fingers, shoving the fabric off my shoulders before dragging her lips across my pec. The feel of her makes me want to lay her out and worship every inch of her body.

“Seems like my baby’s been horny all night long,” I murmur, loving the idea of it.

She blushes but doesn’t look away. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d do to me when you got home,” she whispers. “Every time I looked at the coffee table, I thought about the way you made me come with your cigar.”

A low, ragged groan rips from my chest as I palm her breasts. “I love this side of you.” I brush my thumbs over her nipples until she gasps. “The one who likes to be played with. Spanked. Tasted. Owned.”

By me.

And only me.

“And before I’m done,” I promise against her mouth, “I’ll have every inch of you. Every moan. Every last tremble. I’m going to satisfy you in ways no one else ever has.”

She shudders in my lap, already slick and needy.

“You make me feel so good,” she admits.

“Prepare for more, baby,” I grit out. “Because I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

In one smooth motion, I lift her into my arms. Her legs lock around my waist and her drenched heat presses against my abs as I carry her across the room and pin her against the window. The cool glass draws a gasp from her lips as it kisses her spine.

I take her in, haloed by the skyline behind her, and I know in this moment, I’ll never get enough.

Not in this lifetime.

And not in the next.

“Do you understand that you belong to me now?” I whisper against her lips.

She nods, silent and wide-eyed.

But that’s not enough.

Not even close.

“Say it,” I demand.