Cupping her bu**ocks, he lifted her hips and tilted his head. His tongue pushed deeper, and her pu**y clutched helplessly around the rhythmic impalement.
Robin squeezed her aching br**sts inside her bra, pinching her ni**les to ease their tightness. Her hips churning restlessly, she begged, “Make me come.”
Latching on, he kissed her pu**y, drawing softly with gentle suction while he rubbed her clit with his tongue. She cried out and fell apart beneath his avid and tender mouth, her body melting into a boneless, breathless, teary puddle on his bed.
“I love you.” He pushed to his feet and tossed the condom in the trash.
“You love f**king me,” she whispered, knowing that when the passion was sated and reality intruded, he would withdraw again as he’d done before.
Paul leaned over her, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of her waist. “I’m in this for the long haul.”
“You think same time, same place, two weeks from now is a commitment?” She hated the tinge of bitterness in her voice. He’d never made her promises, never alluded to more than what they had during their Vegas liaisons. It wasn’t fair that she was angry at him for not giving her more, but she couldn’t help how she felt.
“That’s not enough for me.” Straightening, he yanked his T-shirt over his head. Her eyes swept hungrily over his torso, admiring the tight lacing of abdominal muscles that flexed as he moved. He was so virile. Truly breathtaking. Tattoos covered both of his arms from shoulder to elbow in gorgeous half-sleeves. His chest was broad, golden, and bare... except for her name, which crossed the pectoral over his heart. “It was never going to be enough.”
Robin sucked in a tremulous breath, stunned by the sight of ink that hadn’t been there previously. Her gaze rested on the new tattoo, her vision blurring with tears. “Paul...”
“I do love f**king you.” He pulled a fresh condom out of the nightstand drawer and rolled it on. “When I’m not inside you, I’m thinking about it.”
Setting his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed into her. She whimpered, her tender pu**y tightened by her recent orgasms.
“God, you feel good,” he breathed. “I’ve needed you so much.”
His size, so long and thick, was perfect. As if he’d been made for her. Pushing onto her elbows, Robin watched his glistening c**k pull free. The heavily veined length was as brutal looking as the rest of him. The sight of it turned her on further. It made her feel powerfully feminine, like a freakin’ sex goddess, to incite the raging lust of a man who was so potently masculine and primal in his sexuality.
Robin’s tongue traced the curve of her lower lip. “Please,” she whispered, feeling empty without him. She’d been feeling empty since she walked out on him, physically and emotionally.
He sank back into her with a low hiss of pleasure. “You’re so sexy, baby. So damn perfect and beautiful. I have no f**king idea what you’re doing with a guy like me, but I’m grateful. Every damned day.”
God help her. She loved him so much.
He tugged the tie at her waist and pushed the two halves of her dress open. He released the center clasp of her bra, freeing her br**sts into his waiting palms. Her pu**y tightened around him, echoing the gentle rolling of her ni**les between his talented fingers.
“I’m so sorry.” He was flushed and shiny with sweat, his beautiful hazel eyes as red as hers felt. “So damn f**king sorry that I ever let you think, for even a moment, that you were nothing but a convenient piece of ass to me. I loved you the moment I saw you. I should have told you—”
“I need things from you.” She wrapped her hands around his wrists, anchoring herself as the pleasure threatened to sweep her away.
“I know.” His hips rocked in a slow and easy tempo. “I need things from you, too.”
That caught her. She wanted him to need her. She wanted to be valuable to him, to serve a purpose in his life. To share his life. “Such as?”
“I need your travel schedule.” His lips kicked into a smile when she scowled. “So I can plan my trips to match up with yours. And I need you to move in with me. Your jewelry business is you, right? You can design your pieces anywhere?”
Robin nodded, unable to speak while he was saying everything she’d longed to hear and f**king her so perfectly. The fluid, rhythmic plunges of his c**k were driving her half out of her mind. Her entire body was straining with the need to come, her hips lifting to meet his downstrokes. He was so hard and it felt so good to be with him again. To smell the scent of his skin and feel his flesh beneath her hands.
“I’m stuck for now with the brewery in Portland.” His words slurred slightly as the pleasure built for him, too. “But if you don’t like the city or the house or anything, I’ll go where you’re happy. I just need time, time I don’t want to spend without you.”
“Harder,” she urged, grabbing his taut perfect ass in her hands. Her neck arched, her head pressing into the bedding as her climax hovered just out of reach. “Fuck me hard.”
Gripping her waist, Paul gave her what she needed. His aggressive strokes set her off in a rush.
“I’m right there with you,” he groaned, driving powerfully into her. He made that sexy little noise that made her hot, a cross between a grunt and a hum that said more than words how much pleasure she gave him. “Right there... Right. There.”
His gaze locked with hers as he came, the heady rush of pleasure shared between them.
“I love you,” he grated, shaking with the force of his climax.
She couldn’t look away, daring to believe.
* * *
Paul got her naked. Robin missed how he accomplished the feat while in her euphoric postclimax haze, but she was grateful for the result. She lay curled against his side, her legs tangled with his. Her head lay on his chest, her fingertips tracing her name imprinted in his skin.
“I was going to f**k you and walk out,” she confessed.
“I caught that.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “I wouldn’t have let you leave. I would’ve followed you with my junk hanging out if I had to and hauled you back.”
She lifted her head. “Like I’d ever let other women get an eyeful of you.”
Paul smiled. “I’m all yours, honey. Flaws, baggage, and all.”
Her hand stilled and settled over his heart. “You’re not ready, Paul. I wish you were.”