“Me too.” His hands move lower, to my neck, his calloused thumbs stroking my jaw as he leisurely slips his tongue between my lips. He kisses me slowly, reverently, shaking me to my core. If I were standing, this kiss would bring me to my knees.

He pulls me closer, until I’m nearly lying flat on his chest while he continues to pump in and out of me.

My clit brushes over his piercing sending a spark of pure bliss shooting throughout my body. My moan is loud and uninhibited. Impossible to contain.

“Just like that,” he encourages, picking up the pace while I grind against the ring. This sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, the coolness of the metal clashing with the heat radiating from my core.

“I can feel you clenching around me, like warm silk.”

His dick grows impossibly harder inside of me. I can feel him contracting, trying to ward off his release.

“Come in me,” I growl, encouraging him to let go. “Please,” I moan, my own climax mounting to impossible heights.

Every muscle in my body tenses as he relinquishes control, ramming into me, chasing his imminent release. “I’m coming, baby,” he grunts, just before a burst of warmth fires off inside of me, taking me over the edge.

“Lyle,” I scream, vibrating around him. My fists clench the mattress. My toes curl. It’s as if time stops. Nothing else exists but the two of us and the devastating love bounding between us.

He buries both hands in the hair at the nape of my neck, rolling us over so he’s once again staring down at me. But there’s a new appreciation in his eyes. “That was…mind blowing.”

A sated smile curls my lips. “I concur.”

“I didn’t know anything like that existed.” His words echo my earlier thoughts.

I smile. “Because it didn’t.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Fourteen days without you in my arms is never happening again.”

“Never,” she agrees, dropping her purse down on the runway and jumping into my outstretched arms. “God, I’ve missed you,” she says, just before her lips crush mine.

“Mmm.” Moaning, I slant my mouth over hers, devouring her pouty lips. The fire in my bones that’s lain dormant since I last held this woman in my arms sparks to life as I drink her in with every bit of my soul. “Missed you, Li’l Momma.”

She squeezes her legs tighter around my waist, her sexy little sigh telling me she approves of the term of endearment.

“You taste like peanut butter,” I mutter through a tangle of tongues. It’s a flavor I loathe, yet don’t mind quite so much when the delivery is this aesthetically pleasing, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t call her out on it.