Page 109 of Spurred On

As he unzipped his jeans, fumbled for a condom in his back pocket and readied himself, she cradled him closer, urging him on with a whispered, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Cody. Now.”

And, dear God, he did. He rose up above her and stared into her eyes with an intensity that made her shudder. And he thrust.

She was so ready, so willing, that first plunge sent her over the edge. Delight rained down on her as a quick, unexpected orgasm consumed her. But fortunately, he had more resolve. He sucked in a deep breath and planted his legs and lifted her other leg, until the only thing that was holding her there against the wall was the force of his body.

And he went wild.

Deep, hard, fast, manic, he plunged in and out of her, his gaze locked on hers, his breath harsh and raw on her cheeks. She clung to him, glorying in the fullness of each thrust and the agonizing friction of each withdrawal. She came again and again and then lost count as he pummeled her.

His movements became tighter—deeper harder faster—until she didn’t know if she could bear the tension. Until she thought for certain she would die if she didn’t reach that next level. Until it felt as though they were one.

And then his cock swelled. New bliss blossomed and she grasped for it. With a gasp, she reached the apex, coming as she’d never come before, as he released into her.

He kept moving then, as though he didn’t want this glory to end, but it was more of a reflection of that tsunami of passion, a gentle wave that kept her afloat, that allowed her to revel in the wash of afterglow.

Slowly, he released her legs, though she could hardly stand on her own.

No worries; he held her up.

“Sidney,” he whispered into her ear. A benediction.

She eased back and shot him a grin. “That’s better,” she said. And then she kissed him.

His brow quirked. He stared at her like a man bemused. “Better than what?”

“Better than celibacy.” She patted him on the shoulder and eased away, picking up her shredded panties and dropping them into the wastebasket. Oh, yes, it had been magnificent, but now that the passion had been spent, they were back to that strange limbo they’d somehow created between them. Friends, but not friends. Lovers . . . but not.

She wasn’t sure how to handle it, if not with snark.

Snark was her weapon. Her shield. It kept her from being burned by the overwhelming flames of her need. Which came in handy when his expression firmed.

“Sidney . . . I shouldn’t have . . . We shouldn’t have . . .” He stepped toward her. She saw it, an apology hovering on his lips. And she could not allow that.

This had been her choice. Her decision. And she was damn glad she’d made it. “You did tell everyone it was up to me, didn’t you?”

He stopped short. “I . . . Yes. I did.” He wiped his face with his palm. “But—”

“Well, I needed that.” She flicked him a playful glance. “I’d been wondering why you were being so standoffish.”

“Standoffish?” He looked wounded, so she patted him again. “I was giving you space.”

“Space?” Why the hell did she need space? “For what?”

He lifted his shoulder and shook his head. His expression was befuddled. “For our friendship to grow, of course.”

Well, that made no sense whatsoever. “People can be friends and have fabulous sex.” And it had been fabulous.

A flush crept up his cheeks. His lips quirked in a relieved smile. He pulled her gently into his arms. “I . . . didn’t want to rush you.”

She shook her head and huffed a laugh. She would never understand him if she lived to be a hundred. “You are a goofball, Cody Silver,” she said, and then, when he pouted, she kissed it off his face.