Page 79 of Fake it With Me

He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. His mouth found my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there.

“Darek,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down. Daisie was asleep upstairs, and the last thing we needed was for her to come down and find us like this.

His hand slid between my legs, rubbing me through my panties. I was already soaked.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers hooking under the elastic and pulling my panties aside. He slid one finger inside me, then two. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need you.”

He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. The sight of it made heat pool low in my belly. So dirty. And hot at the same time.

“You taste so good,” he said. “I could eat you for hours.”

“Later,” I said, reaching for his belt. “Right now, I need you inside me.”

He helped me, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. I reached for it, stroking him slowly.

He groaned, his head falling back. “Condom,” he managed. “In my wallet.”

I released him long enough for him to grab his wallet from his discarded pants, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled it on quickly, then positioned himself at my entrance.

He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he started to move. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Yes. Right there.”

He gripped my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, thrusting deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, along with our ragged breathing.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight around me.”

I could feel the pressure building already, that familiar tightening low in my belly. I felt like we had been involved in foreplay all day. It was sensual. Erotic. And so fucking good.

His hand slid between us. His thumb found my clit, rubbing in circles that had me seeing stars.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “I need to explode. I’m dying here. I promise I’m not done with you yet.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I buried my face against his shoulder to muffle my cry as I came, my body clenching around him. He thrust a few more times, then followed me over, groaning my name.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, his head resting against my shoulder. His hands were on my thighs.

“Kitchen sex,” I said eventually. “Check that off the list.”

He laughed, pulling out of me carefully. “Bedroom next?”

“Absolutely.”

He helped me down from the counter. We gathered our discarded clothes and rushed upstairs to his bedroom in nothing but our birthday suits. If Daisie opened her bedroom door, she was going to get an eyeful.

Darek carefully closed and locked the door behind us. The moment we were alone, he was on me again, his mouth finding mine as he walked me backward toward the bed. We fell onto it together, a tangle of limbs and desperate touches.

This time was slower, more deliberate. He took his time exploring my body, kissing and touching every inch of me like he was memorizing it. I did the same to him, learning what made him gasp, what made him groan.

When he finally pushed inside me again, it felt different. More intimate. Like we were making love instead of just fucking.

I looked up at him, at the way he was watching me. I felt something deep in my very soul. Something terrifying and wonderful.

I was in love with him.

“Liza,” he breathed, his voice rough. “God, Liza.”