Dirty Little Secret (Dirty #1) (26 page)

“And here?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Cutter rolled to his side, fumbled for his wallet, and pulled out a condom.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He tore open the package, sheathed himself, and parted my legs with his knee.  Then he eased toward me, putting just an inch between us.  His hands gripped my hips, and I thrust up lightly, but he didn’t let me take him yet.  The tip of his penis just touched the edge of my already wet pussy. 

“Please tell me it’s later,” I begged.

He rocked forward, still just outside of me, the length of him grazing my clit.  I could barely contain my need.

“Cutter,” I murmured in a desire-filled voice. “I love you. More than anything in the world.
Make love to me. Please?”

“Yes, baby-doll,” he groaned.

I put my hand around the base of his cock, and eased him into me.  His fingers closed over mine, teasing my pussy open with his thumb, and drawing the wetness out.  Pain, deep and good, shot through me as I let myself surround him. 

“Is this all right?” he wanted to know. “Am I hurting you?”

In reply, I rocked upward, drawing him as far in as I dared.  Then he drew back, easing himself out again.  Forward, pulling him further into me once more.

“Melissa,” he gasped.
“I love you, baby-doll.”

My name
and those words on his lips was all it took for me to lose myself in the rhythm.

Our rhythm.

Faster and faster I moved, each thrust a painful and satisfying release.  I forgot about my broken arm, and all that I had led up to it.  I forgave him for every past transgression, and all future ones.  The only thing that mattered was him, filling me up, and look in his eyes as we came together.

It was
a burst of passion and emotion that I knew, without a doubt, could only last a lifetime.

THE END
(FOR NOW)