She was playing with fire, and I was powerless. I’d already lost my fight. My climax rushed through me. Every muscle in my body ached and protested, but it had nothing on the pleasure. I groaned as I came deep inside her.
Well done. You’re both dumbasses.
What-the-fuck-ever.
Worth it.
I half collapsed on top of her and rested my forehead in the dip between her shoulder blades.
My heart took its sweet time recovering. It was her fault. Goddamn.
“I’m not sure I can move,” she said, out of breath.
“Fuck moving,” I breathed. “Overrated.”
Except, my thighs were killing me in this position, so I had no choice but to pull out from her and sit down on the edge of the bed. I winced. My damn leg was falling asleep.
Kiera rolled onto her back and gusted out a heavy breath. “That was…”
I glanced back at her. If she’d been gorgeous before, it had nothing on her when she was flushed and freshly fucked. Byme.
“Reckless. Unless you’re on birth control.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. “I’m not. Not since I lost my luggage in the attack.”
Definitely reckless, in other words.
“You have nothing to worry about on my end,” she said quietly. “I know it’s not foolproof, but my period is due in like two or three days.”
Oh. Well, all right, then. That was…good. Yeah.
I slid a hand along the inside of her thigh, just wanting to feel her. “You have nothing to worry about on my end either.”
She smiled a little, and the happiness in her eyes did something to me.
I ghosted my hand over her pussy, teasing her a bit, then continued up to her stomach. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
Her smile widened, and fuck me if she didn’t blush. “You’re quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”
Well, hey. I didnotmind hearing that.
I grinned faintly and wanted to get closer again. I crawled over her and kissed her.
“Those pouty lips of yours…” I nipped at her bottom lip. “The way youmoan…”
She exhaled a giggle. “Don’t turn me on yet. I’m super sore.”
I hummed, beyond pleased. “Good. You wanted to feel it.”
She shivered and kissed me, and it was one of those drawn-out, tongue-teasing kisses that couldn’t go on for too long, because it was just going to make me wanna fuck her again.
CHAPTER 7
Kiera Lane
He was a photographer too?
We’d been here for four days, and I was more convinced than ever. I wanted us to have a shot. He lived in DC; I lived in Annapolis—or I had, at least—it was less than an hour’s drive.
