I grab a gold foil packet from my wallet and slide it on. I grin down at her as she licks her lips.
Fuck. I didn’t think I could get harder.
I crawl over, nudging her legs apart to sit myself between them. I line myself up to her, but instead of pushing in, I tease her in up and down strokes, letting her wetness coat me.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful, Greer. But looking at you like this, hell, I don’t know how I haven’t lost control yet.”
“Do it. Lose control. As far as I’m concerned,” she says, her voice deep, seductive, and matching the tone I’ve been using on her, “we have the entire weekend for you to take it slow.”
An entire weekend… with Greer?
Hell, I won’t turn that down.
And as much as I love to take control, I’m going to give her what she wants. Lord knows it’s exactly what I want too.
I slowly push in.
“Yessss,” she breathes, her head tilting back. Her hands have moved from above her head to threading through her hair again, and I love that I make her this crazy.
I push in another inch, and her back bows, angling so that she can take more of me.
“God, that feels…”
“Like heaven,” I finish for her and slam all the way home.
My hand finds hers to hold as the other braces my body above hers.
“Hold on, baby, I’m about to give you what you want.”
I pull back slowly and slam into her again. And again. And again. When her moans grow louder, I silence them with my mouth. I love listening to her, but if she doesn’t have an outlet for the feeling I’m giving her, then it’ll increase tenfold, and right now, the only thing I want her to feel is me. All of me.
I slip my tongue past her lips to meet hers, the tempo of those strokes matching my hips.
She breaks the kiss.
“Simon, Simon!”
“That’s right, come for me. Come all over me. Milk me until I see stars, Greer.”
Nothing about what I just said logically makes sense, but as soon as my dick feels her contract around me, my vision blacks out and the stars I’d been asking her for fill my eyes.
I come so hard that my hips are still moving, thinking they are in for round two, long after she’s regained her breath.
When my mind calms and I can see the woman lying under me, smiling as if I’m her world, I know that this weekend, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
If you could do any one thing in this world without thinking of others, what would it be?
To spend as much time with Greer as I can.
Consequences be damned.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GREER
I’m not crazy, okay.
I know how this looks. The girl who can’t wait to fall in love invites the man who made it clear he doesn’t want to date into her bed.
