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Just when I thought I couldn’t feel better, Terry was situated between my thighs, his eyes darkened with desire, his hair slicked back as his cock slowly invaded my body.
“So. Fucking. Tight.”
“Glad you…noticed,” I sighed when he was fully seated, balls resting against my body. “Move. Please.”
“Begging again, Kitty Kat?” Terry didn’t fool me. His voice was just as strained as I felt, but just to be sure, I pulsed around his rock-hard erection. “You know how much I love that.”
He had mentioned it a time or two and my smile turned mischievous as I remembered my plan to enjoy this night. Fully. “Yeah?”
Terry nodded; jaws still clenched tight. “Then Terry, fuck me. Please.” My heart smacked against my chest as I waited for him to respond, to move, to do something.
And then Terry’s hips were on the move, pulling back until our bodies were nearly separated and then plunging deep. So deep I ached even as my body begged for more.
Sex with Terry was definitely an experience. I didn’t know if it was because it was Terry and what that meant to me or if it was being in a hotel out of town, but the whole thing felt like a fucking dream sequence from a movie.
It was slow and intense with a raw quality that I felt in the pit of my stomach. Everything was a little hazy when my eyes fluttered open to watch Terry, so beautifully masculine as his body moved gracefully against mine.
“Oh fuck,” he growled and gripped my hip with one hand, leaning over to grab my throat with the other as his mouth captured mine.
That one erotic move, so kinky and so fucking hot, was just enough to send me right over the edge. He kissed me gently even as he fucked me hard and rough, until pleasure exploded from every pore, every molecule that made me who I was.
Only a strangled cry of satisfaction escaped before my body went slack. Pleasure flooded my body, coating his cock in so much wetness his own orgasm came moments later. ‘“Damn.”
Terry smiled and kissed me, this time slow and sweet while his body continued to fill mine with pleasure. He pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Better than just damn.” His hips slowed and eventually stopped as he collapsed on top of me, brushing soft butterfly kisses on my neck.
“Fuck,” rolling off.
I laughed, wincing slightly when he put just an inch of space between us. Still, it was too much. I felt the distance immediately.
“Yes Terry, we did just fuck.” Though calling it ‘fucking’ felt a bit wrong because it felt like so much more than a quick hard fuck. It felt like…more. “And it was fantastic.”
“It was even better than fucking fantastic Kat,” he growled and turned over to look at me, his blue gaze gravely serious. “But it can’t happen again.”
The air whooshed out of my body at his words even though they weren’t a shock. Not at all. I just figured the words would come a little later, like maybe in the morning. “Well, it’s too late to go back to hating me now.”
Terry laid a gentle hand on my hip. “I don’t hate you, Kat. Believe me, my life would be a hell of a lot simpler if I did.”
I wondered what that meant, but my body still hummed with pleasure and the way his thumb grazed my hip bone made it hard to focus on his ominous words.
“Right.” My word came out in an erotic whisper.
“It’s complicated, Kat.”
An angry growl escaped at his words. “Our whole fucking lives are complicated, Terry, period. One more time, here, tonight, won’t make it less complicated.”
Feeling brave and bold, and knowing it would all probably be nothing but a memory in the morning, I kicked a leg over his hip until I straddled his lean body. “Will it?”
The way Terry looked up at me with that wicked grin was all the answer I needed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Terry
I fucked Kat Ashby. The Ashby fucking princess. I had my way with her last night. All night. In just about every fucking way imaginable. It was hot as fuck and every time I thought about it, I had to fight a mental battle to control my dick.
Even now, behind the wheel of her car, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d made herself come while sucking my cock, the little cries of pleasure when I licked her cunt, or the way she rode me like a cowgirl on Spring Break.
It was hotter than I’d fantasized about all these fucking years, and I had done a lot of fantasizing about it. Dreaming about it. Thinking about what I’d do if the stars ever aligned and I had a shot with her.
Twenty years of thinking about her hadn’t come anywhere close to reality.
