Page 83 of My Favorite Hero

Need for me.

I bent over her, capturing her mouth with mine, needing to kiss her. I pulled her higher on my legs so we were chest-to-chest, our damp skin melding, as close as we could be. I rocked into her, a steady rhythm as our bodies joined, never separating, the pleasure building to an intense peak. I was wild in my need for her. The feel of her body pressed to mine. The grip of her pussy holding my cock. The shape of her mouth on mine. The satin of her skin under my fingers.

My orgasm hit me in a rush of blinding heat. I groaned as every nerve lit up, my muscles spasming, my cock swelling and releasing. She buried her head in my neck, whimpering as her muscles fluttered around me, thousands of small shocks exploding around my cock as she orgasmed again.

And then, we were spent.

For a moment, the room was quiet except for our breathing. I glanced around, seeing clothing strewn everywhere. Pillows from the bed were on the floor. The blankets rumpled and pushed off. A lampshade was askew, the lamp balancing precariously on the edge of the night table.

Carefully, I peeled away from her, lifting her chin and dropping a kiss to the end of her nose.

“We made a mess.”

“You certainly did.”

I opened my mouth to respond, then cursed when I realized what she meant. I hadn’t used a condom. “Fuck, I forgot. I was so out of my mind…” I trailed off. “I’m sorry.”

She sighed. “I’m on birth control, and it’s been almost two years. I’m good. You’re safe.”

“So are you. It’s been almost the same time for me.”

She grinned, looking impish. “That’s what happens when you let your temper get the best of you and you hate-fuck someone.”

“No,” I growled. “That was not a hate fuck. It was a…” I was at a loss for words.

“You-broke-my-rules fuck?” she suggested.

“Yes.” I groaned. “Don’t remind me. I don’t want to get mad again.”

“Shame,” she said with a giggle. “I enjoyed your anger.”

I caught her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. “How about a shower and an ‘I’m not angry—I just want to fuck you’ fuck?”

“Mouthful. But I like the sound of that.”

I swung my legs off the bed, taking her with me. I’d fuck her any way she wanted, but I never wanted her to think I hated her. That was impossible.

“Me too.”

Chapter Nineteen

JESSE

We lay on the bed, watching the sunlight fade from the room. We’d had a shower, and I’d fucked her again, this time her breasts pressed into the cold tiles as I took her from behind, braced on the same wall, rolling into her so hard and fast she’d been up on her tiptoes, begging for more, gasping as she came around me.

The feeling of being inside her bare was intoxicating and added to the intensity of when we were together. I wondered if that feeling would fade, the way I was sure my need for her would.

I supposed I would find out.

Then I took her back to her kitchen, and I ate the roast, pouring that onion gravy everywhere on my plate. I was starving.

We cleaned up together, and then before she could protest, I swung her into my arms and carried her back to my side, depositing her once more on my bed.

“I can walk.”

“Not today. God knows what you’ll climb next.”

“I was hoping you.”