Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,45

and overwhelming.

I clamped down hard around his rigid dick while my orgasm went on and on and dragged my nails down his lower back to make sure he stayed right where he was.

Possibly for the rest of my life.

“Fuck, I love to feel you coming around me. Jesus, I can’t hold on.” He fumbled to find my lips in the darkness. And drove into me one last time as he came, panting my name against my mouth.

In the aftermath, I rubbed his back. I was trying to soothe him after coming hard enough to snap his spine—or mine—and not rile him up again, but clearly, twenty-eight-year-old cocks had more stamina than I gave them credit for. At least this one did.

“I should move,” he mumbled into my hair.

“You’re not that heavy.” It was a good thing I had two legs, because I was pretty sure one of them was already functionally useless from his big thigh draped across it.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well…if you moved, we could spoon.”

I actually heard the smile he turned against my hair. “Yeah.”

Just like I heard the telltale soft snoring a minute later.

But I grinned just the same. I’d had a couple of glorious orgasms. He’d had an incredible one himself. This just proved he wasn’t completely, annoyingly perfect.

Thank God. I could work with not perfect.

I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Once the feeling came back to my extremities, anyway.

Ten

Waking up with a mouthful of peachy-pine scented hair was a new experience. We were twisted around one another all the way down to the scent.

I slipped my hand down her satiny smooth belly as I tucked her ass into the curve of my body.

Warm.

Perfect.

Mine.

I pushed her hair over her shoulder to taste the little spot I’d found last night during round three or four. Two vertebrae down from the nape of her neck.

There.

She moaned a little in her sleep, and I smiled against her skin. The freckles I’d dreamed about, the skin I’d obsessed over, the woman who’d tangled up every emotion I had—she was here. In my bed.

Still.

Not a dream.

Shards of sunlight slashed across our bodies. Her pale skin glowed off my dark sheets. I wasn’t sure my life would ever be the same now that I knew what we were like together. For me, there was no going back.

I dragged the tip of my tongue up to the fine chain she wore. The costume jewelry from the night before was in little pieces on my floor. But this? The lightweight chain held a tiny gold cross that hung at that little dip in her clavicle and had distracted me since the first day I’d seen her. No destroying that. It was as sacred as her skin. A talisman of the good girl I knew was her very foundation. The woman who had kept this little piece of her childhood close. It reminded me to cherish her even when she drove me insane.

I skipped across her slim shoulders and found a few scrapes from my teeth and beard. Marks she wore because I couldn’t stop tasting her even when they ended in brands.

Maybe a normal man would be horrified, but I wasn’t. I wanted her striped with my love bruises.

I slid my hand down to cup between her legs. The feather-light curls were already wet for me. Always wet for me. I nudged her over me until she was splayed out across my chest, wide open for me. Her ass grinding against my steel-hard dick.

She came awake with a start, bowing up off my chest with a groan just as I slipped two fingers inside her. Instantly, our hips were in time. She set the tempo of my relentless, driving beat.

She reached behind her head to find me, her long, strong fingers going right for my hair. “Cooper.”

My dick hardened even more at the sweet sigh of my name on her lips.

My other hand raced up her belly to her shuddering ribs, then to her breast. The heavy curve of her fit my hand perfectly. I wanted to go slow, to show her care, but I was already gone.

Her slick pussy sucked my fingers deeper as she opened her legs to give me everything. Peaches and pine and her alluring more primal scent threatened to drown me, but I didn’t care. I’d cheerfully die this way.

I ground my hips up against her ass, aching to slide inside of her.

Last night had been the first time I’d gone without a condom. I wanted her just