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Whatever tether I had on reality snapped and he stilled as I clamped down around him. He steadied himself with his hands on the headboard as I came undone beneath him. I was barely aware that I was screaming his name, my head thrown back against the pillow. I was riding those last slivers of full body pleasure when I felt his lips on mine and his cock moving in and out of me again.
“You’re a dream,” he whispered against my lips, gritting his teeth and pressing his forehead against mine. He groaned, dragging himself out one last time and spilling himself all over my lower belly.
“It’s not like you can get me pregnant again,” I whispered, and the dream-like trance we’d been in shattered around us.
“Well, next time I’ll remember that.”
Next time. There would be a next time.There had to be a next time.
“Guess I should clean you up,” he said softly. He looked around the room, then back down at me. “Nice shirt.”
“Thanks, it’s yours.”
He smirked, his hand resting on my thigh.
“Come get in the shower with me,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. For once, I actually liked him bossing me around.
So I followed him into the bathroom and had barely taken off the shirt in question before he pulled me into the shower, pressing me to the wall. His hands gave my achingly full and sensitive breasts the attention they’d lacked when we were in bed together only moments before. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth—firmly, but gently. I cried out and tangled my fingers in his thick hair.
He worshipped every curve of my body with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue. He was like a man starved, and I was the feast he’d been waiting for, fighting for.
When he knelt in front of me, I damn near lost my mind. His skillful tongue lapped and sucked me into a stupor as I steadiedmyself, my hands spread wide over the tile. He didn’t stop until I came and cried out his name over and over, begging him to fill me up, to take me how ever he wanted.
And he did.
We didn’t even dry off. He had me bent over the bathroom counter, thrusting into me in one sure, full motion that had me biting down on my lip so I wouldn’t scream. He gripped my ass, cursing under his breath.
“You have the finest ass I’ve ever seen, Sierra.”
I’d always been so self-conscious about my weight my entire life—my extra curves and voluminous body never in style or the ideal in the wealthy circles my parents ran in.
But Pete… he was ravenous, insatiable. He praised my body, his hands never leaving my skin as he pumped into me from behind until we were both crying out.
“Come for me, babe,” he rasped in my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock again.”
It was all I needed to fall over the edge of white-hot oblivion.
He came inside of me, biting down on my shoulder and keeping me pinned to the counter.
Neither of us had washed our hair, so it was safe to say were both a hot mess by the time I limped back into his bed and curled up next to him.
It wasn’t yet eight in the morning, and he was already half asleep, his naked body curled around mine.
“Stop fidgeting,” he breathed.
“I’m not fidgeting.”
“You are,” he said grouchily, blowing a strand of my hair away from his face.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re really grumpy in the morning, aren’t you?”
“I don’t go to bed until two in the morning most nights, so yes.” He paused, sliding his leg between mine. “Plus, I was freezing last night.”
“I was too hot—”
“Because you stole the blanket.”
I turned my head to look at him, glaring. “Are we going to be the kind of couple who sleeps with two separate blankets on their bed?”
