Page 83 of Fundamentals of Chemistry

“You need to keep quiet, Princess. We can’t have the whole building hearing you.”

“It’s your fault,” I countered with a weak laugh.

“Do you want me to stop?” He started to withdraw his finger.

I bucked my hips forward. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckled darkly. “As you wish.”

“Did you just quote The Princess Bride?” I was smiling so hard that my cheeks were beginning to ache. This man was just full of delightful surprises.

He paused his ministrations. “Is that a problem?”

“Definitely not. I love that movie.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Hmm,” he purred. He added another finger, stretching me in the most delicious way, and twisted his wrist to press the heel of his palm against my clit. The combined stimulation had me barreling toward my release. Colors danced before my eyes. I stifled another cry and dug my nails into his scalp as I ground myself against his hand, taking what he was offering.

“Fuck, Princess. I need to be inside you,” he growled.

“Right now?” My voice was thin and breathy.

“I can be quick,” he assured me.

“Wow, you know what a girl wants,” I teased as I dropped my hands and tore open his belt.

He made a noise against my neck that was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “We’ll see if you still have that smart mouth when you’re coming all over my cock.”

Ooh, where did this dirty mouth come from? I grinned in anticipation as I worked at his pants and underwear.

Moments later, his erection was free and pressing into my slick center in one smooth, hard drive. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groaned, face pressed into my neck. He pulled my second leg up, and I locked it around his hips with the first so that he was holding me against the door and fucking me in long, punishing strokes.

Every thrust snapped his hips into mine, grinding his pelvis into my clit and cock hitting my G-spot exactly how I liked it. I held on for dear life, soaking up all of the sensations and biting my lip to keep from crying out again like I so badly wanted to.

My pussy was squeezing his cock even tighter than my arms were pulling around his shoulders. “I’m close,” I panted. A little bit more, and I would be seeing stars.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, tightening his supportive grip under my thighs. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”

His words weren’t permission. They were a command. I cried out when the pleasure tore through me, and Jack quickly silenced me with his mouth on mine. A few more thrusts, so hard that I bounced against the door, and he was coming too. He had been holding back until I came first.

Panting, we continued to hold each other close, even as I released my legs from his hips and my feet dropped back to the ground. His skin was flushed and damp with a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was sticking out at odd angles where my hands had pulled. His shirt was endlessly rumpled, and his pants and boxers hung loose around his muscular thighs.

I didn’t doubt that I looked just as debauched as he did. At the moment, I didn’t care.

He pulled up his pants then helped smooth my skirt back down over my hips, before wrapping his arms around my waist, enveloping me in his heat. I rested my cheek on his shoulder, and he rested his on the top of my head.

We stood like that for a long time, holding each other up and breathing each other’s air. I could have stayed like that forever, basking in the post-coital haze.

Finally, I pulled back and looked up at him. His dark chocolate eyes found mine, turning my insides gooey.

“Well, that was—” he said.

“Impulsive?” I offered.

“Yes,” he agreed with a decisive nod. “Though, I was going to say spectacular.”

“Mmm,” I agreed, a smirk spreading over my lips.

He mirrored it with his own grin. “I really just came here to talk to you.”