Page 110 of The Trouble with Flings

I fucking love the way she owns her sexuality. She is so thoroughly, effortlessly herself in the bedroom. Still sharp underneath the softness, still watching me with those eyes that miss nothing, still the most interesting thing in any room she walks into. And she’s all mine. I don’t need to hear her say it. She probably doesn’t even fully realize it yet. But I see it in her eyes, the want, the need, the trust, and I feel it all in her touch. The fact that she’s here, that she looked at everything I was offering and didn’t bolt, tells me everything she can’t, and I’m going to make sure she never regrets it.

My mouth blazes a path down her throat, her pulse throbbing against my lips. I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck, and she inhales sharply, her fingernails slicing into my shoulders. I linger there, teasing and taunting, soaking in every needy sound she makes. I’m insatiable for them, cataloging which ones mean more, which ones mean right there, and which ones mean she’s trying not to let me know how undone she already is.

I strip off her shirt and kiss, lick, and suck my way down her body, loving her fuller breasts, the way she responds to my teeth and tongue on her nipples, bowing off the bed, moaning and clawing at me, while her hips spell out exactly how badly she wants me.

“You’re stunning,” I rasp against her breast, but I know she doesn’t always hear the truth in my words, so I show her with my touch, taking my time, worshipping every inch of her as I make my way south.

I take her apart slowly, loving her ribs, hips, and belly, earning every moan, every plea. She arches into my touch, and when I lower my mouth between her legs, the sound that leaves her lips is nothing short of ruinous. “Fitz—” Her voice trembles with need.

I continue taunting and teasing, taking her right up to the edge of madness, then pulling back, until she’s dripping with desire, pleading for more like she needs it to breathe.

“Eyes on me, wild girl,” I grit out, drawing those gorgeous eyes to mine. “Watch me feast on my favorite meal.” I lower my mouth, devouring her sweetness. My gaze never wavers from hers as I send her reeling. Her fingers twist in my hair, my name shooting from her lips like a fucking prayer.

I stay with her, savoring every drop of her arousal, reveling in every pulse of her climax. When she finally sinks to the mattress, her knees falling open, I take her right back up to the peak and hold her there, her body quivering and quaking, those exquisite sounds burrowing into my soul, until she collapses beneath me, limp as a rag doll and blissed out of her mind.

And still, my greedy girl reaches for me, even as her body jerks with aftershocks, panting out, “I…want you.”

I kiss her belly, whispering, “Hold on tight, Little Bean. Things are about to get turbulent.”

She laughs, but her amusement quickly morphs into tiny gasps as I kiss my way higher, teasing her breasts. Those fucking sounds make me want to tie her down and claim every inch of her. “One day I’m going to come on these tits.”

“Yes—”

“You like that idea, wild girl?” I rub the length of my cock along her slick heat.

“Yes.”

“Want me to brand these gorgeous tits?” I lower my mouth over one sensitive peak, using my hand on the other. She answers by grabbing my head, keeping my mouth on her breast. Consumed with the idea of marking her, I snag her wrists and pin them to the mattress.

“I want to hear it,” I say greedily.

“Fitz.” She rocks her hips.

“Tell me, wild girl. Tell me you want me to come on you, to mark you as mine.”

“Mark me like I’m yours.”

“You are mine,” I growl, and bury myself in one powerful thrust. The air rushes from her lungs. Fuck. “Too hard?”

“No…More. Fuck me. Mark me. Take me.”

I crush my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangle as we pump and grind. She’s tight, and wet, and so fucking perfect, when she comes, her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, nearly pulling me into oblivion. But the thought of her allowing me, wanting me, to mark her is too enthralling to pass up. I grit my teeth, steeling myself against the heat shooting down my spine as we ride out her climax. I feel like a shaken bottle of champagne ready to blow. She’s barely come down from the peak, when my control snaps. I pull out, rising on my knees, and catch my cock as the first jet hits her tits. A primal sound rips from my chest, the caveman inside me roaring with satisfaction at the sight of her, flushed and trembling, as my release paints her in thick stripes.

She’s never been more beautiful than in this moment, marked by me, claimed by me. I watch my come dripping down the curve of her breast and drag my fingers through it, branding her all over again. And yeah, I’m a fucking Neanderthal, but I don’t care. Not when she’s arching into my touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes dark with the same primal hunger gripping me.

I bring my come-drenched fingers to her mouth. “Suck.”

She wraps those plump lips around them and sucks like her life depends on it, raw pleasure gleaming in her eyes. My cock twitches, eager for more. I reach behind me, teasing her slick pussy.

As I pull my fingers out of her mouth, I say, “You like the taste of my come, wild girl?”

“Yes,” she pants out. She guides my fingers to the sticky mess on her chest and says, “More.”

Jennifer

Sunlight pours through the bathroom window as I sink deeper into the obscenely large bathtub, my body cocooned by Fitz, sitting behind me. The tub is deep, the water soothingly perfect. The candles he lit are burning low on the windowsill, the counters, and the ledge at the far end of the tub, spreading the calming scent of lavender. He moves the washcloth slowly up my arm and across my chest. I haven’t taken a bath since I was little, and if you’d asked me if I missed it before today, I’d say no. I never particularly liked baths as a kid.

I’m not the type of woman who needs to be pampered or necessarily wants to be, but lying here nestled against Fitz’s naked body, his thick thighs cradling my hips, his big hands moving caringly and unhurriedly over me, is the most luxurious thing I’ve ever felt. I know I will think about this, about Fitz pampering me while I’m pregnant with our baby, every day for the rest of my life.