by Desiree Holt
“Oh, oh, oh.” The little cries escaped her as the spiral unwound.
He pinched her clit, hard, with thumb and forefinger, and that was all it took for her to explode in his mouth. She jerked beneath him, thrusting her hips and holding his head close to her pussy.
She was still quivering from the spasms when he reached into the nightstand and lifted out a box of condoms.
“Pretty sure of yourself,” she gasped.
“Hopeful,” he corrected.
She couldn’t stop herself from staring at his cock, magnificent in its size, the head a dark purple, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the slit. She watched with hungry anticipation as he sheathed and positioned himself between her thighs again.
He braced himself on his arms and looked directly into her eyes. “This is not a once and done, Avery, no matter what you might think.”
“It’s—It’s not?”
“Not even a little. It feels as if I’ve waited for you forever. Now that I have you, I don’t ever plan to walk away. I’m in it for the long haul.”
The hard knot inside her she’d carried around since she first met Tanner Voss released, and a sense of belonging flowed through her body. This was meant to be. She could feel it in every cell of her body.
As Tanner slid home into her tight wet sheath, he whispered, “This is going to be for keeps.”
She clenched around him, and oh god, the reality was so much better than the dream.
He drove deep again and again, sliding his hands beneath her ass to lift her more tightly to him. Despite her recent orgasm, she found need rising in her again, and she matched his rhythm, thrust for thrust.
When the release came it, consumed both of them. Their bodies shuddered and shook, and Avery wondered whose heartbeat was pounding so loud, hers or Tanner’s. At last, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, gasping for breath, hearts pounding. She had her legs wrapped around his hips, holding him to herself as tightly as she could.
After a long time, he lifted his head and brushed his lips over hers, lips still slick with her cream. “Now that I have you, I’m not giving you up,” he told her. “You can bet on that.”
“O—Okay.” The word drifted out on a shaky breath.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Avery. This one is the first of many for years to come.”
“Is that a promise?” she teased.
“Count on it. What can I do to make you believe me?”
She wanted to say that he’d done it all. He’d shown her the kind of man he really was. Made her believe in love again. Believe in him. Healed her battered heart and opened it to the possibilities of what they could have. Made her believe in forever. He was caring, considerate, even—or especially—whenever they made love. She couldn’t imagine a world without him.
But she couldn’t seem to find the right words to tell him, suddenly tongue-tied. So instead, she grinned, secure in their connection both physical and emotional. “Tweet me.”
About the Author
Known as the oldest living author of erotic romance, Desiree Holt has produced more than two hundred titles in nearly every subgenre of romance fiction. Her stories are enriched by her personal experiences, her characters by the people she meets.
After fifteen ears in the great state of Texas, she relocated back to Florida to be closer to members of her family and a large collection of friends. Her favorite pastimes are watching football, reading, and researching her stories. She lives with her three cats, who love to sit with her when she writes.
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