Page 110 of The Right Garza

A deep groan reverberates through me and settles between my thighs. Kisses along my neck, shoulder, and upper-back become more feverish, hungry,wanting.

I reach behind me and find the thing my body is writhing for, aching for. It’s bare, and hard, and warm, and ready. I wrap my fingers around it and it twitches in my palm.

A longer, deeper groan resounds through me this time, settling in that pulsing, swelling, starving bundle of nerves between my thighs.

I squeeze, stroke, pet... “Mine,” I breathe.

Singed with desire, trembling for more, I let go and impatiently rip the thing that separates us down and off my legs. “Take me,” I beg with a voice so desperate it sounds foreign to my ears, pushing my ass back.

Lips suck on the soft skin of my neck at the same time I’m filled with a mind-shattering fullness. I press my face into the pillow and moan, trying not to weep from the sheer beauty of it.

He moves inside me. Slow and controlled, as one hand dips between my thighs and massages me.

How could I have done this to myself? Deprived myself of such felicitous glory for so long?

Ecstasy consumes me as our bodies dance and sing together, and before long, a hoarse scream rips up my throat and bursts through my lips.

His large, rough palm covers over my mouth to silence me, but it’s too intense and all-consuming to suppress so I sink my teeth into his flesh as brain-rattling judders awash me, squeezing every last bit of sense and sensibility from me.

I’ve barely descended to consciousness again when I’m flipped onto my back, my legs pressing apart as his width and weight settles between them, and…I’m filled again.Yes.

Eyes shut tight as I chase the fading waves of my orgasm, I damn near weep, “I missed you so much.Ohgod, I missed you.So much.”

“Yeah?” Strong, turbulent thrusts rock me, knocking me further and further up the bed. “Then why’ve you been away for so long?”

“To punish myself.” I grip what I can of the headboard to withstand his thrusts. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve to feel this fucking good. This in love.” I emit an embarrassing sound as a surge of intensifying pleasure zips through me. “I don’t deserve…you.”

“Open your eyes,” he demands. “Let mesee.”

Tentatively, I do, and find an intense dark glare singed at edges with fire and desire. He’s so beautiful. So masculine. So all-consuming. So…mine.

Holding nothing back, I let him pass the veil, the shutters, the defenses. He needs to believe me. He needs to know that I’m so gone for him it’s scared all sense and logic right out of me.

“You’re mine,” I whisper.

“Always have been,” he replies, right before he seals his mouth to mine, kissing me with a fierce possessiveness that grips my very soul.

Over and over he fills me, with rhythm and fluidity, until I’m trembling all over him again, my cries of ecstasy dying on his tongue.

In mere seconds, he follows me over the edge, his face buried in my hair, his groans rolling through me, his shaft steel-hard and pulsing inside me.

I lock my legs around him and hug him tightly to me. With baring teeth and unyielding claws, I intend to hold on to this man for the rest of my life.

Chapter THIRTY-FOUR

“Don’t you trust me?”

Lexi

Trent watches me witha lazy gaze as I return from the bathroom across the hall. He’s well outgrown the full-sized bed; his long, muscular legs hanging off the end.

He’s leaned back against the headboard, theLakersduvet draped across his nakedness. Most notably is his facial hair, which is thicker than usual, dark and ungroomed.

“Are you jumping in on the beard trend now or something?” I ask as I pad to the bed.

He rubs a hand across his jaw. “Rebelling. Said I wasn’t gonna shave ‘til you came back to me.”

I slide in under the covers, sidling up as close to him as I can get. “I’m a coward and an idiot. Forgive me?”