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He yanks my shorts down. As I wiggle to help get them off, I tug my shirt over my head. He shoves his shorts down. Somehow, we manage to stay mostly covered by the blankets, like it’s our own place in the world and no outside forces can get to us, including reason and good sense.
Then we’re naked and together once again. I can’t explain how right this feels or why. I’m safe with Cannon.
He’s cradled between my thighs again, and his cock pulses against me. There’s an answering throb between my thighs.
“Do we need…” Should I be doing this if I’m afraid to say the words? I never had “the talk.” I was told what I had to do.
“Do we need what, swan? Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for what you need.”
Of course he says the perfect thing. “I’m on birth control, but I don’t know… I don’t know if he cheated…” A man who isn’t interested in sex with his wife most assuredly cheated. The thought invites the chill back in.
“He’s the type of guy who would be careful if he did.”
I nod. He was militant about my birth control. Looking back, it’s obvious he didn’t want kids—or he didn’t want them with me. I was a way to get a bigger payday with my father’s business. More of the heat we’ve generated evaporates.
Cannon cups my face, his hips rocking slightly. “I’ve never been irresponsible.”
“I trust you,” I whisper. I told myself I’d never be impulsive and foolish around men, but I can’t explain the level of trust I have for Cannon. Surely I can’t be epically wrong twice.
“Fuck, Penelope. You shouldn’t trust me so damn easily.” He adjusts his hips until he’s prodding at my entrance. He waits and I nod. We’ve had blankets between us for several nights. We had so much unsaid between us when we were intimate in the bathroom. I don’t want anything between us now.
He fills me in one smooth stroke. My eyelids flutter shut. How good can this feel? It’s only the beginning. But he’s over me, he’s in me, and when he starts moving, I’m lost.
He pulls out and thrusts in, hitting all the places I crave to be touched the most. And he’s not just moving. He’s not seeking only his gratification. He’s giving as much as he’s taking. He’s kissing me, and his hands are on my body. It’s powerful. It’s heaven.
This isn’t a cold fuck. I didn’t realize that was all I’d been getting until now.
I soak in the passion. I ride on the wave of pleasure as it builds and unfolds inside me. My hands are everywhere on him—his strong back, his hard chest, the stubble on his cheeks.
He cranks an arm under my leg and opens me wider. I’m as exposed as I can be, and I have no choice but to turn everything over to him. It’s how it’s been between us. I trust him and give him control, and he takes care of me. I can trust him with my body, with my feelings, and with sex. I’ve never had that before.
I arch my back and let the power inside of me loose. My mouth drops open to cry out, and he captures the sound. His lips press over mine as I come so damn hard against him. His powerful body goes rigid and groans vibrate from his body into mine as he releases inside me.
How can it be like this between us? How can he know my body so well? Maybe it’s his experience versus my lack, but I don’t care. I just care that for once I’m warm and safe and satisfied and it’s because of him.
* * *
Cannon
I’m pumpingin and out of Penelope’s lithe body. She’s left claw marks on my back, and I marked both of her tits with my mouth. After our first time, she fell asleep in my arms, then woke up an hour later and we fucked again. I continue to let her rest for a bit, then wake her up and fuck her. And she’s always ready, always willing.
I can’t get enough of this woman. If she knew everything about me, she might hate me like I hate myself. If she knew that Roman paid me four million to kill her, she might hate me, explanation or not. She trusts me, but I haven’t told her anything.
But I don’t think of that now. She’s uninhibited because of me. The uptight swan princess has come unhinged once again in my arms. Her ass is against my stomach, her face pressed into the mattress where she can muffle her cries.
Once we’re done, we’re going to have to clean up and leave. I’ll have to watch her cry again as she says goodbye to her mother. Then I’m going to drive her to a place where no one will get to her but me.
I want her to myself, but I hate that she’s getting cut off from everyone she cares about.
She goes taut as she comes, and that’s when I finally release the tight hold on myself. My orgasm lasts longer than the last three. It’s almost painful, but I don’t fucking care. It’s been hell being this close to her, yet so far away.
I collapse by her side and pull her into my arms. I can’t quit touching her. All that skin that’s usually covered by leggings or tights and her practice dresses is bare. She’s soft, and her cherry blossom scent is all around me.
I lay a kiss on her shoulder before I roll out of bed. My shorts are on the floor, and I grab them. “I’ll clean up, then the bathroom’s yours.”
She turns her sleepy gaze toward me. “Okay?”
The vulnerability pisses me off. She has no idea how much power she possesses. She wouldn’t be in this position if she showed the same confidence in herself that I can see when she’s on the dance floor. Other people put that doubt there. Sapped her sunshine until she was afraid of the shadows. When this is over, will she avoid the light?
