Page 118 of Seale the Deal

Enjoying the view? he asks, catching me.

I nod, because words feel unnecessary.

I step in, tracing down his chest, feeling the way his body reacts under my hands. The slight shift in his breathing.

He’s not the only one affected here.

His hands find my waist. You’re unreal, he says.

And for once, it doesn’t feel like a practiced line to get me into bed.

I press my hands to his shoulders, guiding him back until he sits on the edge of the bed.

I want to taste you.

His expression changes to surprise… then heat.

I drop to my knees, running my tongue slowly up the length of him, taking my time with it.

Fuck, he exhales, hands tightening in the bedding. Again.

I do, slower this time, then take him into my mouth, listening to the way his breathing changes, the way control slips piece by piece. His hand moves to my hair, not forcing, just holding, like he needs something to anchor to.

When I take him deeper, he swears under his breath.

Enough, he says suddenly, pulling me up before I can push him further.

I make a face, but he’s already moving, flipping us so I’m on my back, his body over mine, his mouth back on mine in a kiss that’s rougher now, less controlled.

He reaches for the nightstand, the tear of foil quick and efficient.

He rolls the condom on, then spreads my legs, his thumb brushing over my clit in slow, deliberate circles that pull a gasp from me.

Then he lines up.

The first push makes my breath hitch. He fills and stretches me until my pulse pounds in my ears.

You okay? he asks, watching me closely.

I nod, unable to form words, adjusting to the feel of him while his gaze stays locked on mine. They’re hungry and yet still filled with awe, like he also can’t believe we are finally doing this.

I nod, still catching up to the feeling of him, the way he fills me, the way he waits—just a second—before moving again.

When he does, it’s slow, controlled, like he’s testing the pace he wants to set.

Ruger… My voice breaks into a plea. Please.

He picks up speed, no longer holding back. He shifts, hooking my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle until he hits deeper, sharper. I grip his shoulders as the rhythm builds, each thrust pulling me closer.

Reaching down, my fingers find my clit, matching his pace.

Fuck, baby. That’s so hot.

The combination of his words, his cock, and my fingers hits fast. Too fast to hold off. The release snaps through me, pulling a raw sound out of my throat as everything tightens, then breaks.

He follows, his grip on my hips tightening as he lets go, his head tipping back for a second before he comes back down, pressing his forehead to mine.

We stay like that for a beat.