Page 218 of When Love Takes Root

“Look at me.” Her eyes found mine. “Keep them on me. I want you to see who’s loving you.”

She sank down fully. We both stilled.

“Josiah.”

“I know.”

Her hands flattened on my chest. When she moved, slow at first, the room narrowed to her. Her breath. Her courage. Fear losing every argument.

“That’s it.” I gripped her hips. “Take what you need.”

She whimpered, rolling her hips again.

“Good girl.”

Her body tightened.

I felt it.

Saw it.

Used it.

“You like that?”

Her head tipped back.

I sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, kissed beneath her jaw. “Ride me like you missed me.” She cried out. “Slow down. Stay with it.”

“I am.”

“Stay with me.”

Her hands slid around my neck. Her pace deepened, careful at first, then hungry, then raw. I let her lead until her thighs trembled, until her control cracked, then I met her rhythm with force that pulled my name from her.

“There you are. I got you.”

Her nails dug in.

“Josiah.”

“Say you love me.”

“I love you.”

I thrust up, steady.

“Again.”

“I love you, baby.”

That nearly finished me.

I turned her beneath me before I lost control. She laughed, then moaned when I pushed back into her, harder, one hand braced, the other gripping her thigh.

Her eyes widened.

“Too much?”