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He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Sorry. I just…”
I need to remind myself that he’s doing it because he cares deeply for me. It’s sweet, even though it’s overbearing at times. “I’ll take Riggs with me.”
His smile grows and he immediately commands Riggs to stay with me. He winks. “Thank you.”
Not three minutes later, we’re walking back into the apartment.
“I got it!” I exclaim and snap my fingers. Paxton turns from his chair with a lifted brow. “Matt’s El Rancho. Sitting on the patio with their famous Mexican martini.” I hum, just the thought of the drink makes my mouth water. I glance outside the back door. The low-hanging clouds in the distance will create the perfect backdrop for a colorful Texas sunset. Amy introduced me to this place on one of our girls’ shopping outings. It was delicious. I can’t believe I forgot about it.
“We can’t go there,” he counters.
“Why?”
“Just kidding.” He smirks, pushing off the couch. I shoot him a playful glare. “I mean, we might run into an ex-girlfriend there. So, I’m warning you now. That was her favorite restaurant.”
Ex-girlfriend? He never talks about his exes. “Now I really want to go.”
He rolls his eyes. “Only you would want to see my ex.”
I wrinkle my nose. He doesn’t understand that I want to know everything about him.
Riggs gives a dissatisfied huff when Paxton tells him he has to stay home, and he drops on his bed, pouting.
“Are you sure he has to stay here?” I ask, feeling sorry for the furry guy. Riggs’s ears perk up. I’d bet the restaurant allows dogs on the patio.
Paxton wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. “Nope. You’re all mine tonight. He’s the worst third wheel ever. Takes all your attention.”
“Not all my attention,” I whisper, running my hand up his white button-down shirt. “Last night, I remember my attention was entirely focused on making you come in my mouth.”
He groans as he leans down and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it and then sucking the pain away. “Dinner can wait. I think I need some more attention,” he murmurs against my lips. He walks me backward down the hallway until we hit the bedroom and then kicks the door shut behind him. He spins me around until my back is pressed against the wall.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder and sliding his hand up my skirt.
I fist his hair and pull in a quick breath when his finger pushes aside my panties and slips inside me. It’s hard to think about anything other than what his fingers are doing. Ever since we got back together, Paxton’s insecurities creep up now and then, no matter how many times I promise him I’m his. My moans grow louder and louder as he alternates flicking my swollen clit and sliding two fingers inside me. The heat builds but right before I explode, he stops, the weight of his body pressed against mine, and he pins me with his eyes.
“Tell me.”
I groan in frustration. “Don’t stop,” I whisper, trying to move my hips, desperate for the release.
His lips quirk up on one side. “That’s not what I want to hear.”
I chuckle. “I hate you.”
“As long as you don’t leave me, I’m fine with that.”
He pulses his fingers against my G-spot, and my eyes roll back in my head at the delicious pleasure. I hum and moan at the same time.
“I’m yours,” I say, heat spiraling down my spine as his fingers move quicker inside me. “Forever.” My orgasm rips through me, leaving my legs wobbly and my breath quick and shallow.
I drop to my knees, undoing the buckle of his belt. “My turn,” I say, gazing up at him.
It’s not until I have his cock out in my hand that he lifts me up and spins me around. His hands caress my arms until our fingers intertwine. “No. I need to be inside you.” He drags our hands against the wall until they’re above our heads. “Keep them here,” he whispers into my ear and then nibbles it as his hands move down to remove my skirt and panties. They fall to the floor, and I kick them back. “That’s it. Spread those long legs for me.” His fingers press into my inner thighs until my legs spread wide.
His dick springs loose against my back. He guides it down between my cheeks, and when it hits my center, I arch my back, begging for it. He hisses into my ear as he snakes his arm around to my boobs, pinching and pulling as I suck in a breath. I press my hands against the wall, wishing I had something to hold on to.
He pushes inside me, and I scream out his name as he thrusts in and out. Hard and fast. Possessive. One of his hands covers both of mine, our fingers intermingling. His other hand moves to my clit and circles it. I push back into him, making him go deeper and deeper until my body trembles, stars float in my vision, and I’m pulled under by my orgasm ripping through me, his moans and cursing follow.
“Fucking…mine,” he roars, chasing his release. He buries his face into my hair. His heart pounds fast and heavy against my back, and we don’t move until we find our breath again. He pushes my hair to the side and kisses down my shoulder. He pulls out and spins me around, his intense eyes pinning me in place. “I love you, Kalico.”
