The storm will be ending any day, and the very thought of Kylie leaving doesn’t sit well with me. She’s gotten under my skin, twisted me all up, and I want her here always. It’s ludicrous, fucking insane to think that after only a handful of days of sharing the same space she’s affected me this much.

But she has.

I scrub the towel over my damp hair and toss it in the hamper off to the side. The bathroom is steamy from my recent shower, the mirror foggy. I run my hand over the glass and clear off a swatch to look at my reflection. I haven’t shaved since the storm hit and Kylie came over, and the scruff covering my cheeks and jaw was making me look like a real damn mountain man. I contemplate shaving, but say fuck it and finish getting ready for the morning.

Once my jeans are on, and I open the bathroom door, I’m instantly assaulted with the scent of Kylie. That warm vanilla aroma has my dick hardening something fierce.

I look at the bed, her body small compared to the king-sized mattress. She’s on her belly, her ass round and fucking perfect under the sheet. Her hair is a wild mess around my pillows, the sheet pooled low on the small of her back. I walk closer, my dick pushing against my jeans, the zipper digging into my shaft.

“Fuck, Kylie,” I say low, needing her like a fucking fiend.

She moans softly and rolls onto her back, her breasts bared to the chilly morning air. Her nipples harden and my mouth waters.

“Luke,” she says in a sexually-laced moan. My dick jerks in appreciation, hardening until it’s so damn painful I have to reach down and stroke the bastard through the denim to ease the ache. Fuck, I could take her right now hard and fast like I hadn’t done just that all last night.

“Baby, you can’t say my name like that or I’ll have no choice but to be buried balls deep inside of you again until you’re screaming my name.”

She’s awake now, her pretty blue eyes still looking drowsy, needing for me.

“That right?” she asks softly.

She’s testing my restraint.

“Kylie, you’re playing with fire.”

She smirks, causing my balls to draw up tight. Fuck, I want to fill her up real good again.

“Maybe I want to get burned.” She lifts an eyebrow in challenge.

I don’t say anything, just make this low sound in the back of my throat because she’s testing every ounce of my willpower right now.

“Why don’t you take off the jeans and show me how ready you are for me?” she taunts, the corner of her lips tilting up as she waggles her brows.

Her words have me growling out low like a fucking animal. I take off my jeans, toss them aside, and pull the sheet from her body. The material glides off her legs like warmed butter melting away. I climb on top of her, push her thighs apart and align myself right at her sweet pussy. Staring into her eyes, I thrust in deep, both of us groaning. Her pussy clenches around my dick, squeezing the hell out of it. I already know I won’t last.

I really start thrusting, in and out, fast and hard. Her pussy is like a vice around my cock, milking me like she’s fucking thirsty for my cum. And then I fell her body tighten underneath me…around me. I get off deep and long, filling her sweet little body up with my seed. I make her take it all. Only when she relaxes on the bed, her body sated, I pull out. I keep her legs spread wide and watch as my cum slips from her pink, swollen pussy.

“I want a wet spot under you, princess. I want the visual of the hardcore fucking we did to cover my sheets.” I look into her eyes and see her pupils dilated. “I meant when I said; you’re mine now.” She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t need to. I can see that realization in the way she looks at me.

I lift my hand and smooth my thumb along her bottom lip, forcing the digit inside the wet depths of her mouth.

I can’t help myself. I lean down and press my lips to hers, sweet and soft, not hard or demanding like how I just fucked her. When I pull back her eyes are still closed, her mouth slightly open. “Look at me,” I demand in a deep, husky voice. I wait until she opens her eyes. “We’re like oil and water most days, yet there’s nothing more I want than you to stay in this bed with me, to let me memorize every inch of you, to make sure you know exactly who you belong to.

“Luke,” she says softly but doesn’t continue.

“There’s nothing more I need then for you to know that you’re mine.” I hear her breath hitch and wonder if she’s going to respond. “Your dogs drive me insane, and you bring chaos into my life, but I’d deal with all the bullshit tenfold to have you with me. I’d give up my solitude and isolation if I knew you’d be mine irrevocably.” When she doesn’t say anything for long seconds, I force myself to move back and give her some space.

She pushes herself up and rests against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to cover her bare breasts.

“Say something, Kylie. Anything.” She averts her gaze for a second, and I can see her throat moving as she swallows. And when she looks back at me, my heart beats painfully against my ribs.

“I want that, Luke. I want to be yours.”

I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. Without thinking, I stand, pull the sheet from her, and lift her off the bed and into my arms. I shift her, so her curvy little body is draped over my shoulder, her delectable ass right by my face. I give her lush, perfect mound a spank and love the little gasp of pleasure that comes from her.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

I don’t answer as I stride back into the bathroom.

“You just showered,” she says with a laugh lacing her voice.

“Doesn’t matter,” I grunt out as I set her on her feet and turn to crank the shower on once more. “I haven’t showered with you.” It’s her laughing that echoes in my head as I get undressed, lift her into my arms, and take us back under the spray.

I’m not sure where this puts us, or what the future holds, but I know what I want, and that’s the woman in my arms.