Page 120 of Our Chaotic Love Affair

I panted, feeling the pressure building inside me. “I’m close.”

He increased his pace, adding his fingers to the mix. I was lost. Soaring through space. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, powerful and overwhelming. I bit down on my free hand to stifle my cries as pleasure coursed through me. My thighs trembled around his head, my body shaking with aftershocks.

When I could finally breathe again, I looked down to find him watching me, a smug smile on his face.

“Proud of yourself?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Very,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I tugged him up by his shoulders, needing to feel his weight on top of me again.

He rolled away from me. “Oh hell no,” I muttered.

“Condom. Are there condoms here?”

I nodded. “Saw a box in the bathroom.”

He was already moving, practically diving off the bed. I heard him rummaging in the bathroom, cursing under his breath, then triumphant silence.

He came back with the box, already opening it.

“Found them.”

“Thank god. Now get back here.”

He was on me again in seconds, kissing me while he dealt with the condom. His hands were shaking slightly. I found that unreasonably endearing.

“Nervous, Bancroft?”

“Terrified.” He settled between my legs again. “That you’ll come to your senses and kick me out.”

“Not a chance.”

“Good.” He kissed me, slow and deep. “Because I plan to take my time with you.”

“We don’t have time for time. We have approximately five hours before I have to be functional.”

“Five hours.” He smiled against my mouth. “I can work with that.”

He pushed into me in one smooth stroke. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. It had been too long. I needed him.

“Okay?” he asked, going still.

“So okay.” I rocked my hips. “More than okay.”

He started moving. Slow at first, like he was relearning me. But I was impatient. Desperate. I urged him faster, harder, more.

He got the message. His control slipped. The careful restraint gave way to something raw and frantic and perfect. He drove into me with a desperation that matched mine, both of us chasing something we’d lost and found again in this ridiculous beach house bedroom.

“Cleo.” My name was a prayer on his lips. “God, you feel so good.”

I pulled him down for a kiss. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and breathless gasps. His hand slid between us, finding the spot that made me see stars.

“There,” I gasped. “Right there, don’t stop.”

His fingers worked magic while he moved inside me. I was racing headlong into a second orgasm. I wanted to put it off. Extend the pleasure. But my body and Cash had other ideas. I came apart.

Shattered into a million pieces with his name on my lips and his body thrusting into mine with enough power to slide me several inches up the mattress. He followed seconds later.