“Nell,” he whispers as I push him down on to the bed, pressing myself deep against him and kissing his lips so deeply, I temporarily forget how to breathe. “Are you—”
I pull my lips away from his long enough to press my finger against his lips, taunting smile forming on my face as my chest heaves with passion. I lean down toward his ear, peppering it with kisses, as I whisper, “Don’t make me say it again.”
He lets out a deep, deliciously sensual groan, and before I know it, he’s ripping the laces from my tunic, flipping me onto my back, and pressing his manhood up against my still-clothed s*x.
I want this man inside me. I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“I love you,” he whispers into my ear as he tugs the last scraps of my clothing free and his finger
