Sunday morning, Derrick held Andi close in the bed in their master suite. Her body was spooned against his, and his erect cock pressed against her backside. Sunlight streamed onto her perfect features, illuminating her face so that she looked like an angel.
But still she slept, her breathing deep and even, an occasional soft sigh slipping through her lips.
Last night, after he’d taken her back to their suite, he’d allowed her to rest—she’d been so exhausted, it was as if she’d slipped into oblivion. If she hadn’t been so tired, he would have made love to her again and again, branding her completely as his own.
She belonged to him.
He snuggled closer to her, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. His chin rested on her mussed hair, his arm cradling her slim waist.
The emotions that ranged through him surprised him with their intensity. He had shared women with Josh before, but this time had been harder. Andi wasn’t just any woman. Sharing her had been Derrick’s way of showing her that she was his to control.
But he realized the truth. She controlled him. She made him wild with need and lust…and maybe even love.
He pressed his lips to her hair, breathing in her jasmine perfume and her scent of pure woman.
Andi stirred and sighed again. Derrick propped himself on one elbow and traced his finger down her shoulder to her elbow and back, and she shivered in her sleep. Her nipples puckered against the silk sheet draped over her breasts and over the curve of her hip. Only her bare feet peeked out from beneath the cream silk.
He leaned down and blew into her ear. A soft smile curved the corner of her lips and then she opened her eyes, slowly blinking away the morning light.
“Derrick?” she murmured as she turned in his arms to face him. She frowned as if trying to remember something, and then said, “Oh. I mean Master.”
He smiled and ran the pad of his finger down to the tip of her nose. “Let’s just be Derrick and Andi today, okay?”
She returned his smile, only hers was so radiant it seemed to light up the already sunny room.
“All right.” Her movement was bold as she reached up and pushed a lock of his hair from his face. “Does that mean I can do whatever I want to you?”
Just the thought of her having her way with him made him groan. “Baby, I’m yours.”
She gave an impish grin and slid her hand over his stubbled cheek, down his chest and under the sheet. When she reached his naked cock, she wrapped her small fingers around his erection and he groaned again.
Before he lost all rational thought, he had to get something off his mind, something he’d wanted to tell her all weekend. He caught her errant hand and brought it to his chest, pressing it over his heart.
“We need to talk,” he said.
Andi blinked. His face was so serious that for a moment she was afraid he was going to tell her their weekend was over already, and it was time to part ways. Why that bothered her so much, she wasn’t sure, but she did know she wasn’t ready for the weekend to end.
But come Monday—
Derrick grasped her hand tighter in his, his penetrating blue gaze focused on her. “I’m falling in love with you.”
Andi’s eyes widened. Her heart raced and heat flushed straight to her head, making her dizzy with it. “You—”
“I’m serious.” He released her hand to cup the side of her face. He rubbed his thumb from her lips, across her cheek and back. “I can’t get enough of you, Andi. I don’t think I ever will. I can’t imagine not waking up with you every day of my life.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was not happening. She did not want this.
But her heart ached at his words, a desire rose up even fiercer than sexual need. The desire to be with Derrick—maybe even to love him one day.
“Talk to me, baby.” His voice was low, almost hesitant.
Andi opened her eyes to meet his straightforward gaze. She knew that with Derrick there would never be falseness or lies. He was a good and honest man.
“This is nuts,” she said. “You can’t love me.”
“Why not?” A sexy grin curved the corner of his mouth, and she melted at the mere sight. “I’ve admired you from the moment I met you. And I’ve always wanted you.”
Andi looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “I’ve wanted you, too. But love…”
He moved his hand from her face to her long hair and wrapped it around his fingers. “All I ask is that you give us a chance. Give what we have a chance to grow and we’ll go from there.”
She took a deep breath and slowly released it. Wow. He wasn’t asking for commitment. He was just asking for her to give them time to build a relationship—if that’s what she really wanted.
Somehow with Derrick the thought of a serious relationship didn’t cause her to want to run the other way. Somehow it felt right. It felt good.
Warmth spread through her and she felt it radiating from her soul. She couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe I’m falling in love with you, too.”
Derrick’s smile was so devastatingly sexy that it nearly caused her to melt into a pool of lust and need, and maybe even something deeper, that love thing they were talking about.
“But no pressure, okay?”
“No pressure,” he said, but he had a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Just know that I don’t intend to let you go.”
Andi shivered at the note of possession in his voice. Before she had a chance to respond, he caught her mouth in a hard, fierce kiss. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to love him.
All conscious thought left her mind as Derrick eased between her thighs. She moaned and arched her hips up to meet him, enjoying the press of his cock against her belly, the feel of his weight, his hot flesh, his warm breath feathering across her lips.
Derrick kissed his woman, knowing that he could never let her go. He would give her the time she needed to realize she was his, and that she loved him.
He eased down Andi’s body, brushing his lips along the line of her jaw and down the curve of her neck. She made sweet little moans as he kissed and licked his way to the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin and breathing in the scent of her. She was soft and warm, sweet and pliant.
Even as he thought that, she became wild and demanding beneath him. “Suck my nipples and fuck me,” she said in her low, breathless voice.
He chuckled against her breast and licked a path to her nipple. He sucked, hard, and she cried out and squirmed beneath him. “Yeah, like that,” she cried, and he moved his mouth so that he could bite her other tight bud.
She clenched her hands in his hair, pulling at it so that he felt it all the way down to the roots, so hard it was almost painful. He liked it, liked the way she was losing control beneath him, thrashing and crying out.
He wanted to drive into her now, but he held back, teasing her by slowly moving down the line of her belly and to her mound.
“You are so damn sexy, baby.” He fanned his breath against her belly button, and she cried out. He smelled the flood of her juices, the scent of their sex.
He nuzzled her soft curls and groaned. His cock was beyond hard, but he had to taste her, had to give her pleasure.
It was a need that gripped him and wouldn’t let go. It wasn’t about him. This was about her pleasure, making Andi feel how much he cared for her.
He lapped at her clit, tasting her sweet cream, and groaned.
She clenched her hands impossibly tighter in his hair and he licked her harder.
Andi couldn’t believe that she felt even hotter than she had the other times they’d fucked. But the fact that he’d told her he was falling in love with her made every one of her senses seem more alive than ever before.
Maybe this was what making love was like.
His stubble scraped the inside of her thighs and the lips of her pussy as he laved her over and over. He plunged his fingers into her slick core as he licked her clit, and she p
umped her hips against his face.
“I’m so close to coming, Derrick,” she said, barely able to breathe.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against her pussy, then nipped her clit.
Andi cried out. She arched up off the bed with the force of her climax. It rushed from her belly through every part of her body.
She was almost sobbing from the impact of the orgasm when Derrick rose up, braced his hands to either side of her head and plunged his cock inside her.
Andi shouted again, more aftershocks causing her pussy to clench around his cock. He held himself still for a moment just staring down at her. His dark hair fell across his forehead in a sexy, disheveled look. The angular curve of his jaw was tense and his blue eyes were dark with his desire for her. He was so sexy, so gorgeous, that he took her breath away.
He rose up and hooked his arms under her knees and put her ankles to either side of his neck. He planted his hands beside her head and began to rock, thrusting his hips up hard but slow. So deep, he felt so deep, and he touched a spot far down inside her that had never been reached before. Every thrust of his cock caused her to tremble and squirm and pulse around him.
Derrick looked down between their bodies and her gaze followed to see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The sight was so erotic she climaxed again, her hips bucking and trembling.
“That’s it, baby.” He rocked harder, drawing out her climax, waiting for his own release.
And when she came yet another time, he finally shouted with an orgasm that was so powerful his entire body shook against hers.
He braced himself above her for a moment, his head thrown back, looking like a god in the throws of passion.
Slowly, he eased her legs down and rolled to his side, bringing her with him. His cock slipped from her core and she instantly missed him inside her.
They cuddled together and she melted into his powerful embrace, enjoying the strength of him against her. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their juices and the scent of sex surrounded them. Andi had never felt more content or more loved in her life.
Derrick smiled and kissed her softly. “You’re mine, baby. You know that, don’t you?”
She couldn’t help a smile of happiness. “I’m all yours.”
About the author:
Cheyenne McCray is a thirty-something wild thing at heart, with a passion for sensual romance and a happily-ever-after...but always with a twist. A University of Arizona alumnus, Chey has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew that one day she would write novels, and with her love of fantasy and romance, combined with her passionate nature, erotic romance is a perfect genre for her. In addition to her adult work, Chey is also published in young adult literary fiction under another name. Chey enjoys spending time with her husband and three sons, traveling, working out at the health club, playing racquetball, and of course writing, writing, writing.
Cheyenne welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310.
Also by Cheyenne McCray:
Blackstar: Future Knight
Erotic Invitation
Hearts Are Wild anthology
Seraphine Chronicles 1: Forbidden
Seraphine Chronicles 2: Bewitched
Seraphine Chronicles 3: Spellbound
Seraphine Chronicles 4: Untamed
Things That Go Bump In the Night 3 – with Mlyn Hurn & Stephanie Burke
Vampire Dreams – with Annie Windsor
Wild 1: Wildfire
Wild 2: Wildcat
Wild 3: Wildcard
Wild 4: Wild Borders
Wonderland 1: King of Hearts
Wonderland 2: King of Spades
Wonderland 3: King of Diamonds
Wonderland 4: King of Clubs
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