CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Sutton—

Kyle and I make out at every stoplight between the restaurant and his house. When we pull into the driveway, he tugs my hand, and we dash up the porch steps. Once we're through the doorway, he spins me around and kisses me, pushing me against the wall. He goes at me like a starving man.

Before I know what he's about to do, he puts a shoulder to my belly and hefts me up. I shriek. "Kyle, what are you doing? Put me down."

Ignoring me, he carries me through the house and drops me to my back on his big bed. I bounce once, and his deliciously hard body comes down on me.

Leaning over, his thumb strokes my cheeks gently, and his gaze locks with mine.

"Seems I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"And now you have me."

"Those months you were gone… God, how I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Kyle. So much."

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, how often I'd come home after spending all day working beside you only to lie in this bed and think about what it would be like to make love to you."

"Tell me."

"I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands over your soft skin, to thread my fingers in your glossy curls, and to sink my dick into your sweet, wet pussy, feeling it tighten around me."

"I dreamed of you, too. I ached to have you touch me, to have your body pressed to mine like this. I thought I'd never know."

"I'm here now, baby."

His mouth descends over mine, kissing me ravenously, demandingly. It makes my head spin.

His beard brushes against my skin, and I moan, wanting it to brush over every inch of my body—my throat, my breasts, my belly, my thighs. Anticipation grabs hold of me, and my hands slide into his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on. His body responds, his muscles tightening and his hips arching.

He drags his mouth to my ear.

"I never should have let you go. I should have stopped you. I should have told Rafe I wanted you. We've wasted so much time. But I'm gonna make up for it. I'm gonna make it all up to you, Sutton. I swear."

My legs lock around him. "I love you."

His beautiful mouth descends to mine again. This time his kiss is more urgent, filled with all the pent-up desire we both feel. Desperate, needy, ravenous.

He tugs my shirt over my head with a whoosh, then yanks me to the edge of the bed. His hot gaze drifts over my neck, my collarbone, to the rounded cleavage pushing from my bra.

His chin lifts. "Take it off."

I reach behind me, unhook it, and toss it aside.

His hungry eyes take me in, moving over every inch of me. It's the first time he's seen me, and it's erotic as hell.

He drops to his knees, dips his head, and his mouth latches onto one nipple, his strong arms banding around my ribs.

My head falls back, and I thrust my chest up for his greedy lips, letting my hands glide gently over his biceps and shoulders to his neck.

I hold him against me, loving the feel of his mouth on my nipples—licking, sucking, teasing, tormenting until I'm desperate for more.

"Kyle…" I moan.

He reads me like a book and sucks hard, sending a jolt straight to my pussy. A gasp escapes me.

He moves to the other nipple. Another hard tug of his mouth sends a second jolt through me. I grab one of his hands and bring it to the fastening of my jeans. He gets the message and breaks off to yank them down my legs, tossing them on the floor.

Then he stands and strips, tearing his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then those big hands work the buckle of his belt.

I shudder in a breath at the erotic sight. His eyes never leave mine. But mine take it all in—his chest, his abs, the muscles in his arms flexing as he works the belt free.

Finally, his cock springs forth into his palm, and he gives it a stroke from root to tip, twisting the head.

I wet my lips and a rush of desire wets my pussy. God, I want him so badly.

He crawls over me, pushing me to the mattress, one hand planted in the bed, one warm palm settling low on my soft belly. The heat of his touch sinks into my skin, and that's all it takes to make me his. Completely.

His gaze bores into me. He hesitates, drawing the moment out, and my chest rises and falls in anticipation. My tongue slips out to wet my lips, and his eyes drop to them. He lowers his head until his mouth brushes mine. My palms move up his chest, gliding over his skin, and he trembles and whispers against my lips.

"I prayed to God he'd bring you back to me, and He did. I promised Him I'd be the man you deserved."

"You are. You're everything I need."

"I want to take my time. I don't want to rush this."

His hand travels slowly up my thigh, and his eyes follow it, drifting nearer to my waiting pussy.

"You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen, sweetheart."

My hips lift, urgently wanting his touch. "Please, baby."

He puts a hand to each knee, spreading me open. "I want to taste you. Lie back."

I do as he asks, my belly quivering.

His mouth covers me, softly at first, teasing, gentle licks designed to arouse and torment until I'm undulating beneath him. My hips lift, following his mouth, desperate for more. When I can't take it anymore, he doesn't deny me. He slips two fingers inside while his thumb begins its own stroking rhythm. Over and over and over and over. He won't let up until I'm thrashing on the bed, my hips meeting each stroke, each glorious sensation.

"Kyle…" I pant.

"My baby's so damn wet for me. Goddamn, I want you. I want to sink my dick inside your sweet pussy." His voice is like a drug, sucking me under.

His words bring me even closer to orgasm. "Please," I beg, in a whisper. " Please ."

His mouth comes down on me, and my head arches back. I suck in a shuddering breath and hold it. I soar higher until I'm teetering on the edge, and the fingers of his other hand pinch hard on my nipple. I tumble over the edge in an explosive orgasm that has me groaning out loud.

My arousal coats his hand as I gasp for breath and float down to earth. Kyle withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, then soothes my pussy lips with soft nuzzles.

He doesn't let up until I'm aroused all over again. "That's my girl," he urges me on.

I clutch at him, trying to pull him up to me. "Kyle, please. I need you inside me."

"I thought you'd never ask." He slides over my body and surges inside me with one forceful thrust, sinking all the way.

I gasp at his entry.

"You're mine, now," he whispers.

"Yes," I respond.

"Forever," he adds.

"Forever." I brush my thumb over his lower lip. He begins to move inside me, gliding in and out, each stroke becoming more urgent. He stares at me, our eyes locked as his chest grows slick and his hair dampens. His breathing labors, and his pulse pounds in a vein in his throat.

I tighten my legs around him, my pussy clamping down on him, and he thrusts one final time, roaring out his climax, then collapsing on top of me.

I love the feel of his weight. My mouth moves to his throat, pressing soft, loving kisses from his collarbone, to his jaw, to his ear. I nuzzle and nip at his earlobe.

He groans, and the vibration rumbles through his chest. My hands slide along his spine, to the dimples at the base, to his butt cheeks."

I feel so satisfied, so happy, so truly content for the first time in so long. I feel like we've built a bridge to each other—one that is strong enough to last a lifetime.

Still buried inside me, he lifts enough to take my face in his hands.

"Ma told me I need to be the man who deserved you."

"You are. Absolutely."

"I swear I'll be the best man I can be for you and for our children some day."

I nod, my eyes filling.

"Are those happy tears?" he asks.

"Yes. Very happy tears. I don't need anything but your love."

"You have it, pretty girl. All of it." He presses a soft kiss to my mouth. "I do love you, baby. So very much."

"I love you, too."

He pulls out and falls to the bed beside me, taking me in his arms.

I tuck my head under his chin, my cheek to his chest, and listen to his heartbeat.

His fingers coast up and down my spine, and I idly drag a fingertip over the lines of his tattoos.

"How do you like what I did with the restaurant?" he asks.

"I love it."

"Any suggestions? Anything we should do differently?"

I smile, loving that Kyle seems to like cuddling and talking in hushed voices. I love to listen to his deep voice, and soon, it lulls me to sleep.