Chapter Thirteen
A four-letter word had never sounded so beautiful, and he readily bent his head to hers when she tugged. How long had he waited? How many times had he dreamed? And here she was, in the flesh, pulling him into a kiss. “I swear I’ll make it good for you,” he murmured against her mouth. He could devour her, but he was going to savor every second. Every sigh, every caress. He’d waited too damned long.
But she had other things in mind. Her hands dropped to his belt buckle, and in no time, she tugged his belt through the loops, tossing it to the floor. She yanked his shirt out, sliding a hand across his skin, lighting a fire that wouldn’t burn out until he’d buried himself balls deep inside her.
“I want you right here, Sterling.”
The blood rushed to his c**k, filling him wit
