“Condom.”
“No. I hate condoms. I’m not seeing anyone. Haven’t been with anyone but you in over a year. I’m on the pill. I’m gonna lose it if you don’t?—”
A throaty groan ripped out of him. “You’re about to get fucked, and fucked good.” He positioned himself at her dripping wet opening, tunneled inside her.
She cried out, the pleasure overwhelming her, sending her into a freefall. “Ahhhhh, so good.”
He thrust to her end, withdrew and thrust again. The hunger in his eyes, the intensity of his thrusts had her racing toward an orgasm.
“You’ll come when I let you.” The hardness in his voice sent a thrill flitting through her.
She wanted to be controlled in bed. Wanted to be told what she could and couldn’t do. Bossy Brit needed to be alpha’d in the absolute worst way.
He pounded into her again and again, the intensity of his thrusting hurtling her towards an orgasm. When he drew her pert nipple into his mouth, euphoria stole her mind. Her grunts and groans sliced through the night. She couldn’t regulate her breathing, didn’t care about anything, but him, in her.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered her. “Arms over your head.”
She complied.
Trapping her wrists in his hand, he held her captive, then he started thrusting with an energy that left her breathless, the streams of white-hot pleasure roaring through her.
“Come for me, Britain.”
Their tongues dueled, her cries became anguished, and she surrendered to the mind-blowing orgasm. Shocks of pleasure ravaged her while she cried out in ecstasy.
“Fuck,” he bit out. “I’m coming so good.”
He released into her, filling her with his seed. Her insides clamped down around his shaft, draining him of his remaining juices.
When it ended, she stilled, trying to comprehend their intensity, their on-switch that wouldnotturn off. He relaxed onto her, his large body sheltering her from the world.
Power and passion—and a savagery she had never before experienced—had overtaken her. He had triggered a feral need in her that only he could satisfy. When she opened her eyes, he was waiting. Her plan to shut down their sex, her determination to keep things professional, had gone to hell because she could not stop herself from having him.
Every. Single. Time.
He stayed nestled inside her. His kisses turned soft and tender. This felt like him loving her, and a streak of panic had her biting his tongue.
“I don’t want gentle,” she said. “I want rough. I want lots of fucking that doesn’t mean anything.”
“I know,” he murmured. “But this does mean something.”
A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed down the wave of unexpected emotion.
With a gentleness, he withdrew. Rather than retreat into the bathroom, he leaned up on his elbow, peered down at her.
Minutes passed.
They stared into each other’s eyes, the truth impossible to ignore. Despite their chemistry, she couldn’t trust her own feelings. Her track record with men was that poor.
“I’m not staying,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Like hell you aren’t,” he replied. “I’m not leavin’, and you’re not takin’ a rideshare.”
“So, I’m being held against my will again?”
His devilish smile made her heart leap. “Yes,” he replied. “Do you need to text Addison?”
“That’s a good idea.”
