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“Shower. I’ll be back.”
I nod and watch him leave, pulling the door shut behind him. My stomach is fluttering, I’m smiling stupidly at the closed door, and my cheeks feel hot.
Wow, that was so intense. That was so intense!
My hands shake, and I drop to a crouch. They weren’t afraid. Surprised. But not scared. I don’t even know what to think. Phil saw that side of me once and went pale as sour milk. He never really got over it, choosing instead to replace the respect and friendship with snide comments and hostility.
But Gold hadn’t. He’d wanted to know who hurt me.
And it hadn’t stopped Acton from kissing me back.
I stumble to the bathroom and strip off my clothes, having a really quick shower. Everything smells like him. When I come out wrapped in a towel, he’s bending over, laying a plate of food on the bed.
He looks up and freezes. I like the look in his eyes, like the hunger I see. It makes me feel powerful in a way I never have.
He moves towards me and stops, clenching his hands and then taking a step back. I feel that backwards step like a painful blow.
“You could stay for a while?” I suggest quietly. “Share this with me?” I indicate the massive plate of food. “We could talk.”
He stands silent, deliberating, and then moves towards the bed, sitting gingerly. I sit beside him and pick up a piece of toast.
“Acton?”
He exhales loudly, and when he looks at me, his eyes catch on the towel before returning to my face.
My body feels hot, and everything moves in slow motion as I put the toast back onto the plate. I pick the plate up and put it on the bedside table. Before I can turn back, he’s sweeping me backwards, leaning over the top of me, kissing me again.
He growls into my mouth. “You and Bar drove me crazy the other day, all I’ve been thinking about is this.”
“What?” I moan, drunk on the taste and feel of him.
His hands roam over my body, learning my curves, and I mirror his movements, running my fingers over his hard muscles, broad shoulders, down the dip of his spine and the hard, taut curve of his ass. I long to follow my hand's path with my tongue, licking a trail where I can taste and appreciate him better. I urge him to take his clothes off and explore all the naked skin I can reach.
It’s never been like this with anyone before. I’m not afraid of hurting him. I’m not afraid of scaring him. I can let go. It’s a freeing, powerful feeling that leaves me delirious and crying out for more.
He moves down until he’s kneeling on the floor. I sit up on my elbows to watch, but to my surprise, he grips my thighs and pulls me to his mouth. Like I’m a doll, like I weigh nothing. The tiny part of the towel that was wrapped around me is torn away. There’s no hesitation or gentle licking. He devours me.
I’ve never felt anything like it before. I thrash from side to side, my hips trying to rise up and meet him, but he pins me with a palm to my belly. The coarse texture of his beard just transforms the sensation into so much more. I scream out as my body tightens, cresting into an orgasm that steals my ability to think.
But he keeps going.
It’s almost painful, but soon, my body starts responding again. This time, he lifts me up, licking as far inside as he can reach and then dropping lower and using the flat of his tongue to lick long stripes from my ass to my clit.
My eyes widen and roll.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come again. Oh, god. Don’t stop!” I cry out.
He slides two fingers inside me, pumping them in and snags my clit in his teeth, squeezing lightly. I come so hard I see stars, white explosions of light.
He crawls up on the bed, straddling my chest. He points his cock at me. It’s thick and long, with pulsing veins that make my mouth salivate. He tilts his head back, stroking his cock in quick practiced movements, the raw pleasure on his face is my undoing. I lean up on my elbows and wrap my lips around him.
He grunts and thrusts his hips forward once, twice. He stiffens, his fingers grabbing my hair, holding me in place, his legs twitch, then he spills himself into my mouth with a low, husky groan. I swallow the salty liquid as fast as I can while he shakes over the top of me.
He shudders while I lap at him and then pulls away, backing down until he can drop his head to mine and kiss me. I stroke his back and laugh softly. He smiles back and then picks me up, laying me in the bed and pulling the blankets over me.
He hasn’t said anything, and I frown as he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for his clothes.
“Are you leaving?” My voice is cold, hard, and empty.
