Ride the Tide (Deep Six #3) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,84

make every second everything it could be. Every sensation everything it could be. But also he had to ensure she was really, truly ready to receive him.

She was very wet, very warm, and very aroused. But she was also very small. And he was…not.

With more willpower than he would have thought possible, he continued to sink inside her by tiny, excruciatingly slow increments. She whimpered. She wiggled. But never once did she ask him to stop.

What seemed like a hundred years later, he was finally in. To the hilt. His balls pressed against the sweet curve of her ass. His entire shaft encased and caressed by her tight, silky walls.

They moaned in unison, and it was the song of angels. Or devils. He didn’t know which. He just knew this was the sweetest, most amazing sex he’d ever had.

And he hadn’t even really begun.

Releasing his lips, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and whispered his name against his skin. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him so close he knew she was trying to make them one.

He was undone.

A wave of possessiveness washed through him. It was followed by a wave of protection. She was his. And he would move heaven and earth for her.

Except…she was his only for this day. And he didn’t need to move heaven and earth for her, he only needed to move himself. Out of her life once this was over.

The thought hurt so much he knew there could be no more pretending he simply liked her and lusted after her.

He loved her. Loved her. Like he’d never loved anyone in his whole sorry life. And yet that changed nothing. Because he was still him.

When she fell for someone, that person would be sweet and clean. Unfettered by a violent past. Mason would make sure of it.

But first, he would make love to her.

He would put a lifetime of love into this one time.

With that thought wrapped around his heart, and with Alex wrapped around his body, he began to move. Slowly. Softly. Shallow strokes that had a voice in his head growling mine, mine, mine with every forward motion of his hips.

Her lips sought his. He obliged. When he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, he swallowed the sound of her moan. Took it into himself so it could knit with the fabric of his being.

Alex, Alex, Alex…

Her name was a silent song that matched his strokes. Her little nipples grazed his chest. One more exquisite sensation on top of the mind-melting sensation of her tight body surrounding him so thoroughly.

Speaking of her tight body…

It grew more accustomed to the intrusion of his own. Every thrust home was a little easier. Every slick slide back was a little more fluid. He stretched her. Smoothed out every fold. Owned every inch he touched.

Picking up the rhythm, he simultaneously lengthened his strokes. The feel of her, all that wet heat sliding against him, sucking at him, had his brain buzzing right along with his balls.

He was drugged by the feel of them together. By the way she sank her teeth into his shoulder, her tongue laving his skin. By the way her hips rose to meet him move for move. By the way she let out a lusty growl when he sank deep and held firm, the tip of his dick smashed hard against the entrance to her womb.

He wanted to see, needed to see.

Gently gripping her hip with one hand, he used the other hand to lift himself. She grumbled unhappily and tried to pull him back.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I wanna look at us, Alex. I wanna see the point where you stop and I start. And I wanna know we’re connected even beyond that.”

He did just that, and it was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. She was so pink. So sweet. So deliciously swollen around him that when he pulled back, her body tried to go with him, her flesh dragging wetly against his shaft.

He was harder than he’d ever been. He looked monstrous and red.

If she hadn’t been mewling and squirming, her hands on his hips, urging him forward, he might have thought there was no way he wasn’t hurting her. It seemed impossible that—

“Oh my god.” Her breath was hot against his chest. She’d lifted her head to see, too, and she obviously found the sight as stimulating as he did because her pupils dilated until they eclipsed her irises. “Move,” she whispered. “I