All I Need: Rod & Daisy (All Of Me Duet Book 2) by A.D. Justice (books to read to improve english TXT) 📗

Though we’re still playful and flirting, the hidden truth in her statement hits me like lightning. I drop the act, stroll straight to where she sits, and drop to my knees in front of her. With my palms flat against her thighs, I gently push her legs open to make room to get as close to her as I can. When we’re face to face, I thread my fingers through her hair on either side of her head and pull her face to mine.

Our lips touch, and fire erupts instantly, completely consuming me from the inside out. She wraps her legs around my waist and eagerly fans the flames that are already burning white hot. Before we’re too far gone, I slow our frenzied pace and end the kiss.

“You’re absolutely right, you are the only one. If you’re my prison, then throw away the key because I never want to be set free.”

“Are you sure?” I barely hear her whispered question, but I feel it pierce my heart just the same.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. Just give me the time and opportunity to prove it to you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Rod. I’m bound to you forever now, remember?”

“Absolutely, and you’d better believe I’m holding you to that promise, too. It may take me longer with some lessons, but I do learn from my mistakes. Not being the man you deserve isn’t one I’ll make again.”

She tightens her legs around me and pulls me closer. “Now, about those knees you promised me.”

“I’m actually using them right now. But since I’m down here, let me show you how good I am on them.”

“There’s no way I can turn down that offer.” Her eyes darken, her lips part, and her chest rapidly rises and falls with every breath.

“That come-and-get-me expression is so fucking sexy. But don’t feel pressured because of me. I’m fine with only holding you all night.”

“You’re not pressuring me, Rod, and you don’t have to worry about triggering me in any way. I know that’s on your mind, but it shouldn’t be. We’re in this together now, and I’m all yours. I don’t want to hold back on anything between us this time around.” The sincerity in her tone and the warmth in her eyes are all the proof I need she’s not hiding behind a fake wall of bravado.

“You have no idea how badly I needed to hear you say that.”

Starting with the sensitive skin on her neck, I lick, bite, and kiss my way down. When I reach the neckline of her shirt, she lifts her arms straight up, silently signaling for me to undress her. I slide my hands to the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, stopping when it covers her eyes and capturing her arms above her head. Her breath catches for a moment then becomes faster and faster. When I run my tongue across the part in her lips, she moans softly, and it takes every bit of my resolve not to rush our time together.

The heated kiss from just a few minutes ago was nothing compared to the raging inferno burning between us now. Her desire for me matches mine for her with every swipe of a tongue, every nip of a lip, and every beat of our hearts. When I leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck, she calls out my name on a whimper. Every reaction from her prompts me to work harder, do better, and erase all traces of other men from her mind.

“You’re all mine now, and I can’t wait to taste every inch of you again. It’s been too fucking long.” I murmur the words against her skin before I realize I’ve said it out loud. My thoughts are not even my own anymore.

With my teeth gripping the cup of her bra, I slide it down until one breast is bare. I circle her taut nipple with the tip of my tongue, flicking and teasing until her back arches to beg for more. Then I pull it between my teeth, lightly scraping the edge and making her cry out in pleasure. She grips my shoulder tightly, her nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.

“Fucking hell, Daisy. Everything about you is incredible. If I didn’t know better, I’d say your breasts are bigger than the last time I was intimate with them.”

Before she can respond, I dive back in, covering her nipple with my mouth and laving it with my tongue. The throbbing against my zipper is becoming painful, but I’ve only begun worshipping her. After I release her arms and toss her shirt behind me, I move to the other one, giving it equal attention and relishing the moans and sighs falling from her luscious lips. Then I slide my hands around her ribcage and unhook her bra before flinging it too.

Working my way down her stomach, I stop at the waist of her jeans and lift my eyes to hers. She’s watching me with such intense need, I feel it reach out and grab me. She seems to sense it too, because she reaches for my belt, but I gently grab her hand and slowly shake my head.

“Not yet, my love. You first.”

I pop the button open with one hand and hook my thumbs over her panties and jeans at the same time. Then I slide her clothes down her legs, letting my fingertips glide across her skin as I move. Goosebumps fan out in every direction like ripples on still water. Now that she’s completely naked and laid back in front of me, I’m not physically capable of going slow. She wants this as much as I do, and that turns me on more than I knew was possible.

When my tongue makes the slightest contact with her clit, she grips my hair and tugs on it. I glance up at her, watching her every response, and the wild expression in