My nose started tingling.
I swallowed.
“Do you love me, Ally?” he asked in his sweet voice.
I stared into his eyes. I drew in a breath.
Then I answered, “Yes, Ren. I love you.”
I didn’t get to stare into his eyes as they responded to that.
Because his mouth and body were responding to it.
That was to say, I was in his arms and he was kissing me.
Hard.
My mouth and body, specifically my heart and my happy place, responded to his kiss (and the f**king righteous fact that he loved me) and I rolled him to his back with me on top. I shoved my hands under his shirt and yanked up.
He lifted up to sitting, forcing me to straddle him, and ended the kiss only to finish what I started, tug off his shirt and toss it aside.
Then he tugged off my tee and tossed it aside.
His arms closed around me, his mouth took mine again, and he fell back, taking me with him and twisting so I was on my back, Ren on me.
His hands moved on me and I liked it.
My hands moved on him and it was debatable but I might have liked that more.
His mouth took, mine gave.
This was our way. One place I absolutely didn’t mind Ren being bossy and domineering was in bed. And he was both, he’d never been anything but both, and I got off on it.
Finally, his fingers curled into the cup of my bra and pulled it down. I bit my lip in anticipation for the delights awaiting me and he didn’t delay. He moved his mouth there, sucked hard, getting what he was going for immediately; my moan that corresponded to the heat surging through me at the same time me driving my hands in his hair.
He swirled his tongue around my nipple then blew against it.
Oh God. I loved it when he did that.
I felt it pucker further and harden harder and whimpered as that shot straight to my happy place.
“Kick off your boots, baby,” he murmured as his arm that was around me shifted up, his fingers honing in on my bra clasp.
With a flick, it was undone.
With a tug it was gone.
“Hurry, honey,” Ren ordered softly then he went after my other nipple.
It was difficult, I wanted to concentrate on what he was doing, but I managed to toe at my boots until they were gone.
Ren heard the second one hit the floor. I heard my zip go down and suddenly my jeans, panties and socks were gone.
Lying down my side but up on an elbow, his hungry, heated eyes came to mine and my happy place convulsed.
“Spread for me,” he whispered.
I held his eyes and did as asked. He held my eyes and slid his fingers through the wetness between my legs.