Page 90 of Married in Michigan
“It was never going to be,” I say. “Especially not now.”
“No, especially not now.” He hesitates, still, swallowing hard. “I’m falling for you, Makayla. I’ve already fallen for you. I’ll never want anyone but you, never want anything but this. It’s scary as fuck, but it’s true.”
“I know,” I whisper, and then grin up at him. “Are you about to tell me you love me as you go inside me?”
He grins back. “I might. How would you feel about that?”
I gasp as he flutters his hips, teasing little thrusts into me. “I…oh god, I don’t know. It’d be new. I might be okay with it, but you—oh god, Pax—you never know.”
He’s toying with me, and himself, drawing out the moment. I’m not having it. I curl a hand around his nape and slam my lips onto his and slash my tongue against his and hook my heels around his waist and push up against him, taking him inside me in a quick hard thrust, gasping a whimper into the kiss as I’m spread apart by his thick hard length. He spears into me, fills me, and it burns so beautifully, splitting me into quaking pieces.
“Ohfuck, Makayla,” he growls, “Jesus, woman!”
“Tell me, don’t tell me—whatever,” I snap. “I need you. I’m done fucking waiting.”
He buries his face in my breasts, one hand cupping them and playing with him, bringing one to his mouth and he groans. “Thank fuck, oh god, thank fuck—you feel…I can’t even describe how amazing you feel, Makayla.”
“Perfect,” I grit out. “It’s perfect.”
He takes over the rhythm, pushing into me, driving deep, mouthing my nipples, pinching, nipping, licking, gasping hoarsely as he moves into me. It’s slow, deliberate. Gentle, but fierce. I arch my back and lock my heels around his waist, clinging to him and writhing against him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Pax,” I moan, head thrown back, throat bared. “God, so fucking good.”
He moves, driving deep in slow rough thrusts, each one starting slow and gentle in a delicate slide through my nether lips, and then as he fills me he finishes with a rough upward flick of his hips, and every time he does this some part of him slams hard and beautiful against my throbbing clit and I scream out, cling harder to him, thrust harder against him, meet his movements with my own, taking all of him and demanding more.
“Pax!” I cry, nearly weeping now with blinding ecstasy, a climax unlike any other building inside me. “More, please, more! Harder!”
He obeys—harder. Faster. His hands brace in the mattress beside my face, and he focuses on thrusting now.
“Look at me, Makayla,” he snarls. “Eyes on mine.”
My eyes snap open, fix on his. He’s all lion, now, those big deep golden eyes primal and fierce, wild and hungry. “I’m looking, Pax.”
“You feel how perfect we are together?”
I nod, gripping his flexing buttocks. “I feel it.”
“You’re mine, Makayla.” He thrusts, eyes fixed, fierce. “Mine.”
I nod again, not letting go of him, pulling at his buttocks to urge him on. “Yes, Pax. I’m yours.” I move with him, shaky, trembling, teetering on the edge. “And you’re mine.”
He rests his forehead against mine, as if hearing that took a weight off him. “Yours. All yours. Only yours,” he whispers against my lips. “Never wanted that. Now I do. I want to be yours.”
“Good, because you are,” I murmur to him. “And I won’t share you.”
“You won’t have to.”
His lips caress mine, and then he sucks my nipple into his mouth and thrusts hard into me, and I feel him clenching, feel him shaking as he nears his edge, feel him start to lose the rhythm. I cradle his beautiful face between my breasts and wrap my thighs around his waist and hook my heels around his ass and meet him hard and fast, pumping recklessly against his hard crashing throbbing erection, and I’m crying with the wild fury of this, the emotions of it, the intensity of it, the earth-shaking, life-changing power of being joined with Paxton.
His voice is shaky, tremulous. “Makayla…” he gasps. “Mack…”
I sob. “Say my name, Pax, call me Mack again.” I bite his earlobe, grinding into him. “Call me Mack while you come inside me.”
I feel it. Feel him come. “Mack! Mack, oh god, Mack…” He lets go, and I hear the desperation in his growling, groaning.
His orgasm triggers mine. I come, and I come—clamping around his driving erection, spasming around him as he comes. “Pax!”
His eyes are on me. “With me, Makayla?” I’ve never seen such open vulnerability in a man’s expression before. He’s utterly shaken by this. Destroyed, as I am.