My body tightens with anticipation as the orgasm pushes up through my veins, pounding inside me. A surge of electricity shoots from my core to my fingertips, and I feel my cock twitch inside her, knowing I have maybe moments left.
I buried myself so deep, I’m afraid I’m going to explode. There’s nothing I can do about it. There’s nothing I can do about the force of my orgasm, about the pleasure that’s going to tear me apart. I want to die from the pleasure, to die right here in her arms.
She squeezes me so tight, as I hear her exclaim loudly, her inner muscles fluttering around me as she jerks below me.
We stay there a moment, suspended in time, our breaths evening. I brush a thumb across her jaw, looking into those honey brown eyes.
I want more. I want to have her again, and again, and again. Because this has to be a dream. A dream I never want to wake up from. After all, I keep molesting her while half asleep and waking up to a reality that is too good for me.
Slowly, I pull out, causing us both to groan. I get rid of the condom before I return to sit on the side of the bed, while she sits up, holding my sheets, covering her gorgeous body from me.
The very idea of all this is so ludicrous, I have to struggle to keep from laughing out loud. I’m lying here with a goddess. The woman who hates me more than I can say. Or maybe not so much.
I won’t make the same mistake as last time.
“We need to talk,” I say, because I have to say something. I have to bank this moment, so it lasts for a little longer.
“I don’t think I have any brain cells left,” she half jokes.
But I’m not kidding around, I need to know if this is just a one-time thing, if she changes her mind… I need to know what comes next.
“I don’t do this,” I say, waving my hand back and forth between us, trying to find a way to articulate.
“Do what?” She brushes the hair from her face before tucking it behind an ear. I want to crawl over to her and kiss her again. Kiss her and run my hands down her spine until she falls back asleep in my arms. But if I want to keep my senses, I need a little space.
I’m fully, completely, and utterly addicted to her.
“Where is this going?”
Goldie pales, as if stricken. She pulls the sheets up higher in a protective mode and I already know I’ve made another mistake. Something to drive her away when all I want is her close to me.
She laughs, a strained tittering sound that’s forced. “It’s good sex.”
My expression is impossible to suppress. Goldie’s fake smile slips from her face. “Okay, maybe the best sex I’ve ever had. But that’s all it is.” She starts to dig under the covers until she roots out her panties.
She’s about to run again. If I’m not pushing her out the door, she’s running out of it. But I’m done with all that.
So I barrel on. “I don’t do relationships, Goldie.”
Her head pops out of her sleep shirt. Shoulders relax and lower as if I told her the things that will solve all her worries. “Oh, good,” she breathes with evident relief.
Oh fuck, I just made things worse. That’s not what I meant. She doesn’t understand at all. Before I can explain, a loud knock at the door interrupts.
“Since the screams of ecstasy seems to have paused,” JJ’s voice comes muffled through the door. “I thought you would both like to check the surveillance footage from last night. In case someone needs to cover my virgin eyes from anything indecent that started over there last night.”
Goldie jumps to her feet before I can stop her. “See you down there,” she says, flashing a smile before disappearing out the door.
Dammit. Goldie is going to be the death of me.
Chapter27
The Midnight Visitor
GOLDIE
Idon’t do relationships.
Half of me was completely relieved to hear Ted say that. I’d heard it dozens of times before. Even after men promised me engagement rings or a future, they would circle back around to some form of caveman’s version of ‘ugh, me no do commitment.’
