Page 92 of Let Me Love You

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Page 92 of Let Me Love You

I’m still not sure what Eleanor told Ashlyn on their walk around the complex, but whatever it was, it’s exactly what Ashlyn needed to hear. When they came back, Eleanor had a bottle of champagne in her hand, and they told me I’m Jaxon’s father.

It’s still surreal. Knowing he’s officially mine. But even more surreal is Ashlyn’s reaction to the news.

She’s excited.

Happy.

After we popped the cork on the champagne and each had a glass, Eleanor promised she’d be in touch, then left me alone with the love of my life. We went baby shopping online for a crib, diaper bag, car seat, and all the other essentials. Once we’d finished, I ordered takeout. We ate, did more online shopping, and decided to get ready for bed.

And now, here she is, my own personal wet dream standing in front of me.

“You gonna come here, Sunshine? Or do I gotta come to you?”

With a smirk, she pushes away from the doorjamb and saunters toward me, her hips swaying with every step. Her thighs feel like silk beneath my fingertips as she straddles my lap and touches my face. Gently. Softly. Like I’m precious or some shit.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” I ask.

“Because I love you,” she whispers, leaning closer and kissing me. Her lips frame my bottom one, and she sucks it into her mouth and nibbles. My cock jumps beneath her from the love bite, and she smiles against me.

“And I love your mind,” she continues. “And your lips.” She kisses me again. “And your heart.” Her hand trails down my chest, resting on my left pec. “And your cock.” She grinds herself against me. “And your patience.” Her hips roll again, and I groan.

“Not gonna be very patient if you keep this up, Sunshine.”

Her laugh kills me as she throws her head back, and I take full advantage, nipping at her throat and sucking her sensitive skin into my mouth.

A soft whimper slips out of her. Her grip tightens on my shoulders as she uses them for leverage, grinding herself against my shaft through my boxers. Heat spreads along the ridge, and I cup her ass beneath the white LAU T-shirt draped over her body. All I feel is skin.

Hot. Smooth. Skin.

Fuck.

“You wearing underwear, Sunshine?” I growl.

“Does it feel like I’m wearing underwear, Mr. Thorne?”

I thrust against her bare pussy again. Then, I cradle the back of her head and snake my arm around her waist, flipping us over until her spine is pressed against the mattress.

“Hey!” she squeals through a breath of laughter.

But I don’t answer her. I’m too desperate. To make her mine. To make love to her. To come inside her and claim her and be reminded she isn’t going anywhere. She’s staying. She’s in this with me. Forever.

I shove the shirt up a few more inches and watch my dick rub against her as she lays on her back, her thighs cradling my waist. The thin material of my boxers is the only thing keeping us apart, and fuck if it isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. “Told you I was done being patient.”

I kiss my way down her body, ignoring my aching cock and how much I wanna push myself inside her.

I can feel her eyes on me as I press kisses to her toned stomach, trailing my mouth further south. I wanna taste her. I wanna make her come with my mouth. I wanna worship her and remind her why she was made for me. Why we belong together.

“And here I thought you deserved a reward for being so sweet with me over the past few weeks,” she quips, dragging her nails along the back of my head as I spread her thighs wider. “Putting up with my bullshit and giving me time to figure things—ah!”

I kiss her core, licking at her juices as my hands grip the little divot between her thighs and lips.

Her hips tilt up to meet my mouth as a soft moan slips out of her, and I savor it. The sound. The taste. The way her muscles tighten beneath my grasp. The way my name sounds when it’s mixed with her breathy whimpers. I savor it all, knowing how close I was to losing her. How close I was to fucking this up.

“Yes,” she breathes out as my mouth finds her clit. I press the flat of my tongue against it, and she tugs at my hair.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The words are barely whispered. Like a prayer. But it spurs me on, and I suck harder on the nub, adding a finger and crooking it inside her. Her hips buck off the mattress, and she arches her back as I continue licking her over and over. Soon, she comes against my mouth. I lap it up, letting her orgasm roll over her until her muscles relax and her grip eases on my head.

“Fuuuuck,” she breathes out and laughs, looking down at me. Her skin is pink, and her smile is wide. Like she’s on top of the world. Like she’s still high from her orgasm. And my chest swells with pride. Because I put it there. Her smile. And I’ll do anything to keep it in place for as long as possible.




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