Page 116 of Falling for the Grumpy Bad Boy

I ran my hand up and down his shaft, relishing in the power. He looked at me like I was his only reason for breathing. I wanted to give myself to him completely, even if it was our last night.

“I need you,” I whispered against his skin, kissing my way down his chest. I slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. I teased him with the tip of my tongue, lapping him like my favorite ice cream before I sucked the tip.

He groaned, wrapping one hand around the back of my neck and pulling me closer. I could feel how much he wanted me. It was the same way I wanted him.

“God,” he moaned as I took him in my mouth.

I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering as I took more of him, loving the way he felt against my tongue.

If this was my last time with him, I was going to milk it for all it was worth. I wanted him undone and begging for my body. Begging for release.

I lavished attention on him with my mouth, taking my time to explore every ridge and vein. The sounds he made above me were the sweetest music I ever heard. Deep groans and whispered curses sent heat pooling between my thighs. I’d never felt so powerful, so in control of someone else’s pleasure.

“Fuck, Clem,” he breathed, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re amazing.”

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my lips still barely touching his tip. His dark eyes were wild with need, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I want to taste you when you come,” I whispered before taking him deep again.

That nearly undid him. His hips jerked involuntarily. I could feel his control starting to fracture. But just as I thought he might let go completely, his hands suddenly gripped my shoulders.

“No,” he said roughly, pulling me up. “Not like this. I need to be inside you.”

Before I could protest, he was lifting me back onto his lap, his hands making quick work of my remaining clothes. The urgency in his movements matched the desperation I felt burning through my veins.

His hands positioned me over him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I said, echoing the words I’d spoken in Chicago.

When I sank down onto him, we both cried out. The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn’t just the physical connection, but the emotional weight of knowing this was our goodbye. I could see it in his eyes too, that bittersweet mixture of ecstasy and heartbreak.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine.

I began to move, slowly at first, savoring every sensation. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm as we found our pace together. The confined space of the limo made everything feel more intimate, more desperate.

“I wish things could be different,” I whispered against his lips.

“So do I,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “So do I.”

We moved together with increasing urgency, chasing a release that we both knew would be tinged with sorrow. When I felt myself starting to climb toward that peak, I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent one last time.

“I’m going to remember this forever,” I said.

“So am I,” he promised.

I could feel him getting close, his breathing becoming ragged against my neck. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my skin in a way that would probably leave marks tomorrow. Good. I wanted to have a tangible reminder of the night.

“Clem,” he groaned. “I’m going to⁠—”

“Yes,” I whispered against his ear. “Let go for me.”

That was all it took. His hips bucked up into me with sudden force, driving himself deeper than before. The unexpected intensity made me cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust up again and again, chasing his release with an urgency that bordered on wild.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his voice rough and broken. His movements became erratic, powerful, each upward thrust sending shockwaves through my entire body. I could feel him losing control completely. It was the most beautiful thing I ever witnessed.

The way he moved beneath me was driving me absolutely crazy. Every time his hips snapped up, hitting that perfect spot inside me, I saw stars. His desperate movements were pushing me toward another edge. It was like neither of us was ready for it to be over. I didn’t know where our bodies found the strength, but we were both hurtling toward another orgasm.

And then it hit. Our cries of pleasure were in unison. His strong arms wrapped around me and held me close to him. I whimpered and moaned as my body shattered into a million pieces. He kissed the side of my neck and face. His shaky breaths washed over me.