I tore my lips away, breathless. “In a female’s nest?”
“Never wanted to before,” he rumbled, capturing my lips again in a toe-curling kiss.
And he’ll never be in another’s.
“Mine,” my whole body was screaming as John’s massive frame filled my sacred space.
I didn’t have time to worry or think. Every inch of my being was craving the feel of his skin against mine. It was the only thing that mattered. Getting him as close and deep as possible so I could soothe this aching pull that demanded I take him inside of me. Now.
We were a fumbling mess of hands pushing clothes and bumped teeth and moving parts. Later, I’d replay this. Slow it down and make it last. Once I scratched the itch, it’d be easier. It wouldn’t always be this frantic. I’d be able to stop kissing him. To regain control.
J
