Page 118 of When You Blush

She clings to me, panting, her eyes glassy.

“Say it,” I order her.

“All of me is yours, Blake.”

I pull out, lift her off the counter, and turn her around.

“Grab the counter.”

She does, and I plunge back in, and she moans loudly as I slap her ass, leaving a beautiful red mark.

“Mine,” I say again before I fist her hair and pull her up just a bit. “Tell me you won’t walk out like that again.”

“I probably won’t.”

I pause. “That’s not the right answer, Harper.”

Reaching around, I press my fingers to her clit, and she cries out.

“Please, Blake.”

“What do you need?”

“I need to see you.”

That’s not what I was expecting.

Pulling out, I turn her around once more and reach down to grip her ass and lift her easily. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her up against the wall, notch my crown at her opening, and push in once more.

“God, your cock does things to me.”

I rut into her, unable to slow down, unable to be gentle, and she holds on, with me for every thrust as wave after wave of love and frustration battle their way through me.

“Yes, yes,yes,” she chants. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and her pussy clenches around my cock like a fucking vise.

“That’s it. Fuck, Harper.”

My spine tingles, and I can’t hold back the climax that works its way through me, shooting inside my girl, claiming her with every rock of my hips. I manage to keep her in my arms as we both try to catch our breaths.

“Move in here with me.” Her eyes widen in surprise, and she brings her hands to my face. “I need you here, baby.”

I’ve never thought those words before she came into my life.

“At least, if I haven’t seen or held you in a couple of days, I’ll smell you on the sheets. I’ll see your coffee mug in the sink and your stuff in the bathroom. Your books lying around the house. You’ll be here, even when you’renothere. No more overnight bags.”

She pushes her fingers through my hair, using her nails on my scalp in that way that makes me want to fucking purr.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice quiet.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Looks like we have plans for our day off tomorrow after the bikeride.”

Thank God.

I rest my forehead to hers, still holding her against the wall. “Let’s move you in tonight.”

She frames my face and smiles at me. “Tonight?”