My h*ps jerked.
A growl tore from his throat.
Hearing it, my h*ps jerked again.
Ren delayed no further, slid down my body, rolled into me and his mouth was there.
I wrapped my legs over his shoulders and dug my heels in his back, my fingers in his hair, arching and moaning as my happy place spasmed.
“Ren,” I breathed.
God, I loved this.
No, that wasn’t right. I liked this before. But I loved the way Ren did it. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. Like he’d waited lifetimes for a taste of me and now that he had me, he never wanted to stop.
It was amazing.
He kept going until my happy place was nearly as happy as it could be.
Then he was up and covering me, his eyes catching mine right before he slid inside.
As he filled me, my lips parted, my eyelids lowered and I wrapped all my limbs around him.
There it was. Everything I needed.
Holding my gaze, he started moving.
“Ren?” I called on a whisper.
“Yeah, baby,” he answered, gliding, not thrusting.
He was making love to me.
He loved me and he was making love to me.
Thank God I didn’t f**k this up.
I tightened my arms and legs, lifted my head, touched my mouth to his and dropped it back to the bed as my declaration of gratitude for what he was giving me.
Then I requested, “Can I change my answer?”
“What answer, honey?” he asked, still gliding, going faster, not harder, but touching me deep.
I arched into him, sliding a hand up his back and into his hair.
“To that question you asked last summer,” I answered, my words hitching because he was again going faster, this time harder, and it was doing a number on me.
But I needed to get this out or I’d lose focus and not say it.
And I really needed to say it.
Again, that wasn’t right.
I really needed Ren to hear it.
“Ally, baby, what are you talking about?”
“This,” I said.