“Jesus, you’re tight, and so goddam wet.”

“Oh my god.” My head falls back to his shoulder, and I bite my lip hard as he fingers me slowly, so slowly.

“Sleeping next to you, waking up with you, having you in my space and in my life but not fucking having you has been torture.” He nips my neck. “Did you enjoy torturing me, Mouse?”

“No,” I deny, and he pinches my nipple making me whimper

“I think you did.” He slides his fingers in then back out slowly, lightly skimming his thumb over my clit with each thrust. “Drop the spoon and turn off the stove.” He orders roughly squeezing my breast.

It takes a second to get the stove off but as soon as I do, he spins me around and lifts me up off the ground. My legs go around his waist and his hands go to my ass while I dip my chin to look him in the eye. The dark look in his gaze makes my pulse thunder and my core clench. Lifting my hands, I spear my fingers though his thick hair and drop my mouth down to his, as he carries me through the kitchen, and the living room into my bedroom.

When my back hits the bed I expect him to follow me down but instead he stands back and rips my legs from around his waist, then takes off my slippers, tossing them to the floor. He curls his fingers in the band of my sweats. I lift my hips on instinct and then cry out when he shoves my legs apart and his mouth is suddenly on me. He doesn’t go gentle; he works me with his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers like he can’t get enough, like he’s trying to consume all of me. My back arches off the bed, my fingers tangle in his hair and the skin on my thighs starts to tingle as he pushes me over the edge before I even have time to prepare for it.

As I come down from the high of my orgasm, I feel him kiss my clit and I open my eyes. “Clothes off, Mouse,” he orders, standing up and ripping the hoodie he’s wearing over his head leaving him in nothing but his jeans.

Sitting up I take off my tank top, then start to unclasp my bra while I watch him kick off his jeans leaving him in a pair of black boxers that mold to his thick erection, and sit just below the defined V of his hips. As my eyes move up his abs and over his tattooed chest, my breath catches when our gaze locks. From one look I can see that he’s on edge and although that should scare me, it doesn’t. If anything, it turns me on even more than I already am.

Slipping my bra off my shoulders, I let it fall to my lap exposing all of me to him for the first time. He doesn’t move or even seem to take a breath as he devours every inch of me that is now bared to him. When he finally reaches for the waistband of his boxers and begins to take them off, my insides clench. I might have wanted him to be perfect in every way, but didn’t think that would be possible because no man ever is. Of course, he would be the one to prove me wrong with his perfect cock.