“Harder,” I say. “Please don’t stop.”
He grabs my hips and slams into me, and I feel his energy—all of his pent-up rage, all of his bitterness, all the hidden darkness swirling inside him, begging for a way out—but then it’s evaporating, chased away by a wave of pleasure, relief, and the desire I know he feels.
He moans my name, his cock growing thicker inside me. My body tightens around him, and suddenly it hits me, the orgasm exploding in a starburst of white-hot pleasure I feel clear down to my toes.
“Baz,” I breathe, digging my nails into his pillow, one hand braced against the headboard, and Baz lets out a possessive growl, shuddering against my backside as he comes.
He collapses on top of me, nuzzling my neck.
And there we stay. Minutes? Hours? I’m not sure. He’s breathing deeply, but everything is sticky and hot, and I need to go.
After all, didn’t Baz warn me he’s not the cuddle-afterward type?
As gently as I can, I extricate myself from the tangle of his limbs and sneak into the bathroom to clean up.
When I come back to the bedroom, I see him watching me, smiling in the darkness.
I feel the babble rising inside, all the things I want to say.That was amazing, thank you, holy shit can we please do this every day and twice on Sundays?
But, you know. Dignity.
I hunt around for my clothes, then step into my panties.
“Um. What are you doing?” he asks, narrowing his eyes as I pick up the dress.
“Um. Getting dressed?”
“Why?”
“I can’t walk up to my room naked, Baz. Even if itisHalloween.”
A low growl rumbles up from his chest, and it takes me a beat to realize it’s not a growl at all.
It’s a laugh. Baz is laughing at me.
Okay, granted, I’m balancing on one foot, my boobs hanging free, half-dressed in blue gown, a devil’s tail trailing behind me. But I still don’t see the humor in the situation.
“And what,” he says, rising from the bed and prowling toward me like a panther, “gave you the impression that I was finished with you, Little Bird?”
“Well, big orgasm, for starters.”
“Orgasm? One? And you think that’s it? I’m just warming up.”
“One is a respectable achievement, especially one of that magnitude.”
“Yeah, for amateur night.” He kisses my collarbone, slowly dragging his mouth down my sternum, pushing the gown from my body once again. “But it’s not amateur night. It’s Halloween, and I’m not done with my treats.”
* * *
It’s the middle of the night, still dark outside, and someone is banging on the door.
I bolt upright in my bed, quickly remember it’snotmy bed, take one look at the situation Baz and I have created, and commence the epic freakout.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” I’m out of the bed in a heartbeat, darting around Baz’s room in search of my underwear and my dignity, neither of which can be found.
The devil himself is just leaning back against his headboard, my devil arms propped up on his head, arms crossed over his chest, looking sexy as hell with his sleepy eyes and sex-hair.
“I’m glad you think this is funny,” I say, “but someone’s at your door, and they’re not going away.”
