Though flying high and feeling drunk out of her mind, she gave in to a smile. She had loved when he fucked her like that at The Dungeon. As soon as he draped her calves over him, he slid back inside her.
* * *
“Fuck me.” Her voice had dropped, the grittiness of her command beyond sexy. “Fuck me hard.”
The intensity in her eyes made him growl. He thrust, deeply, and she cried out. “Yes. More.”
Her orgasm had unleashed her inner wild. He gave her what she asked for. She was his for the taking and he took her again and again and again. With each thrust, he got harder and closer to coming.
Her jagged breath roared in his ears. Pleasure pounded through him.
“I love you inside me and I want to feel you let go,” she whispered.
Her words were his tipping point, his release flooding him with unlimited pleasure. This woman wasn’t just hot; she was a raging inferno. Her power and strength was the perfect match for his, her needs equally intense.
Stilling, he stared into her eyes.
“That was worth waiting for,” she said with a relaxed smile.
“Youwere worth waiting for.”
As he started to withdraw, she murmured, “Don’t leave me.”
I won’t ever leave you.
“I want you to be comfortable.” He raised up and moved his arms so she could lower her legs off his shoulders. “Are you okay? Do you need me to rub your hamstrings?”
“I feel fantastic. You?”
He planked over her and dropped a long kiss on her lips. “Welcoming in the New Year with you never felt so damn good.” He dipped his head and continued kissing her until her mouth curved into a smile.
As they stared into each other’s eyes, she caressed his shoulder, brushed tender fingers through his hair. Her soothing touch was addictive. It was as if she had the ability to see inside his soul…to the real Sinclair Develin.
“I wish I didn’t like you so damn much,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Well, you do, woman, so get used to it.”
She leaned up, kissed him. “Cocky.”
“You know I feel the same way.”
“I do now,” she said. “Come and shower with me.”
One more kiss before they left the warm bed.
“This is fancy,” she said as they walked into the spacious bathroom.
A vanity with double sinks lined one wall and a crystal chandelier hung over the two-person Jacuzzi. Beside it stood an oversized shower with two showerheads. An open door revealed a private area equipped with a toilet and a bidet.
She unpinned her hair while he cleaned himself off.
“The management company stocked the fridge,” he said. “We can stay for the weekend or leave in the morning. Your call.”
He spoke it matter-of-factly, but, when he flipped on the shower, she came up behind him and hugged him, then kissed his back. “Look who’s spoiling who now.”
He turned, held her close. “I’ve got eyes on the house, so we should be safe. But we’ve got to stay vigilant.”
They stepped into the shower. Instead of using the second sprayer, she stood beside him, caressing his arms, his back. He turned and her mouth found his, their passion turning as hot as the water that sluiced them.
