“I want all of you, Maya.” He pulled out a fraction then surged deeper. Watching her while he fucked her, he thrust the whole of himself in and out of her, taking care with slow, thorough movements.
His arms and chest looked huge while he braced himself above her. His stomach muscles contracted with each pass, and she glanced down, seeing where he ended and she began. Connected together.
“I have to move faster,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.” Dex increased his pace. The fullness felt so right, and his looming orgasm spurred her toward another. While he continued to pump inside her, he moved a hand between them to rub her clit.
She jolted, sending him deeper inside her. They both moaned before she confessed, “I’m close, Dex.”
He closed his eyes, then opened them, the naked lust in his expression overwhelming. “Come with me, Maya. Be with me.”
He rubbed harder, and when she tensed in climax, he let her go to pound inside her until he too jerked and came. He said her name as he spent, and his expression verged on primal. She wanted to capturehimon film, to see him like that again. And again. And maybe once more…
When he finally started to soften, he gently withdrew. He left the bed and returned to clean her up. After taking care of her, he removed her restraints and tucked her into his body, curling around her like a giant purring tiger.
They lay with each other, not speaking, just breathing and trying to adjust to the pleasure still making them weak.
Then Dex, being Dex, had to say, “For the record, this wasn’t a date.”
She wished she had the energy to laugh. He’d thoroughly worn her out. “What would you call it?”
“A little piece of heaven.” He sighed and hugged her tight. “Give me a half hour and we’ll go again.”
“Seriously?” She wanted to nap and not wake up until next week.
“Please. We have yet to do some reverse cowgirl or even sixty-nine. I have standards, woman.”
She let out a sigh. “The things I do for lust.”
“You’re damn straight.”
Chapter Eight
“So.” Ann stared at Maya that evening as they sat on Riley’s couch. Whine and Wine night had apparently gone by the wayside in favor of Let’s Make Maya Uncomfortable night.
“So,” Riley mimicked Ann’s tone. “Seems to me like you were walking funny when you came in.”
Maya tried to hide behind her hands.
Riley pulled them away. “He used and abused you, didn’t he? That dirty Dex.”
“You’re such a whore,” Ann said in that sweet voice that always sounded hilarious when used with coarse language.
“I know.” Maya wanted to sound more dejected, but her chipper answer spoke volumes.
“Ah-ha!” Riley smiled. “I knew it. You like him.”
“Yep, she does.” Great. Ann knew. Now she’d tell Jack.
“You can’t tell Jack,” Maya warned. “He’ll tell Dex and Anson.”
Riley exchanged a glance with Ann. “Um, Maya? I think Dex already knows you like him. Otherwise, why would you now be bowlegged?”
“Shut up.” She groaned. “That man seriously rang my bell. How the hell am I going to get back at him now? He has all the power.” And part of her loved that about him.
“You aren’t seriously still stuck on our stupid revenge pledge, are you?” Ann shook her head. “We’re striving to be mature women here. Not high school girls with a bug up our collective asses.”
“Ouch.” Riley grimaced. “That hurt.”
“Dex is a sweetheart who seriously likes you,” Ann continued. “Go with it. You could—and have—done much worse.”
