I could feel her body tensing, then trembling, as she tore her lips from mine and gasped through her release.
I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before reaching for the condom and rolling it on.
Wide-eyed, she braced her hands on my chest before I could enter her.“Don’t you give a girl a chance to catch her breath?”
I shook my head.“Trust me on this.”A three-peat hadn’t even been in her vocabulary before she met me.But if this night turned into two or more nights, it would become her new favorite word.
“I do trust you,” she whispered.“I probably shouldn’t, but I do.”
She was right.She shouldn’t trust me.No woman had ever trusted me.With good reason.Guys like me made lousy boyfriends, and even worse husbands, which explained my single status and penchant for one-nighters.
It wasn’t the time to warn her off, so I used one hand to lock her wrists, with her arms above her head as I gently breached her.I didn’t make love.I had sex.Dirty, raunchy, rough, no-strings-attached sex.So why the hell was I going so slow while my body was urging me to pick up the pace already?
I held my breath, telling myself I just needed a minute to get it together.She was so damn tight.Her body fit mine like a glove.Logic told me it was because of her orgasms, but my gut told me it was perfect synergy.
She looked as stunned as I felt as I thrust into her slowly, hitting places I had no doubt had gone untouched before she met me.
“God, I could get addicted to this feeling,” she whispered, tipping her head back, closing her eyes, and moving her body in perfect rhythm with mine.
She wasn’t the only one.I forced myself to pick up the pace, to cross the line from intimate to rough and reckless.But that only intensified this crazy feeling exploding in my chest, spreading through my body, making me curse her name as I drove into her hard and fast...mercilessly, which only seemed to make her want me more.
“Give it up for me, baby.One more time.”I needed to feel that joint explosion that would either send me over the edge, landing me somewhere I’d never been before, or take me back to reality.A reality where I didn’t get attached to women and I didn’t let them get attached to me.
I shifted her body sideways, knowing the best way to blow her mind was to find that magic spot that had remained elusive to her before.
Her bright blue eyes widened in shock as she mouthed, “Oh.My.God.”
I was relentless, demanding, out of my mind with how much I wanted this girl.I felt the buzz building in me, which only made me demand more of her.No way would I reach the finish line before she did.We were crossing together, even if it killed me to hold out.
But I didn’t have to wait long.She flooded me at the same time I emptied into a cheap piece of latex, wishing like hell it was her.I’d never wanted that before.What the hell was happening to me?
ChapterFive
Grace
My mind was officially blown as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.What just happened?I’d been prepared for Taz to be an incredible lover, but I hadn’t prepared myself for that kind of connection.The way he looked at me, touched me, kissed me… God, that man could kiss.
I drew a deep, cleansing breath, trying to shake this off.We agreed to a one-night stand.Nothing more.We weren’t going to date.I wasn’t going to start asking questions he didn’t want to answer.I’d invite him to spend the night if he was too tired to drive home, offer to make him breakfast in the morning, and forget I ever met him.That was the plan.And I was all about executing my plans.
He had two pillows behind his head and was typing on his phone when I returned to the bedroom.“Hey,” he said, barely looking up from his screen.“Sorry, just responding to a text from Luc.He wants me to meet up with Avery tomorrow.”
Was I supposed to know what he was talking about?“Uh, no problem.”
He smiled as he set the phone down and glanced at me.“Sorry, Luc Spencer.The owner of?—”
“I know Luc, but I didn’t realize you did.”I should have pumped my sister for information about Taz, but it didn’t feel right, asking questions he may not be willing to answer himself.
“I just met him.Your sister and Mav too.Luc asked Mav to talk to me about joining their label and?—”
“Wait a second, you’re a musician?”I crawled into bed beside him, keeping my distance, just in case he wasn’t into cuddling.
“I don’t know that I’d call myself that.A buddy posted some videos of me singing online and they went viral.Since then, I’ve been fielding calls from record labels, including Luc’s.”He shrugged.“I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere or if I even want it to.”
I stared at him, raising a hand.“Let me get this straight.Luc Spencer wants to sign you to his label and you’re not sure?Are you serious?”
“I never thought about being a musician.I’ve always had a decent voice and started writing songs when I was in prison, to pass the time.But I never saw it going anywhere.”
“But now it could, so why wouldn’t you want to pursue that?”
