But when her fingers dropped to my ass, urging me faster, the sweat and need rose to a fevered pitch.
My name on her lips as I bottomed out inside of her.
“More,” she whispered. “More, Tate.”
I rolled us until she was astride me. My fingers raced over her where I knew it would push her beyond the dreamy gasps. She rocked against me again and again, taking me deeper each time. Each time she vised around me I felt my tether to the calm fray. I snapped my hips up to meet her and stroked my thumb along her clit, my other hand spanning her hip to keep up the relentless pace.
I’d been holding out for too long, and was too close to the end, but I needed her to go first.
To make sure she was good.
When she broke and her rhythm got a little shaky, I rolled her onto her back and widened her legs. Driving through her fluttering orgasm to finally come. My breath a gasp as I sat back on my knees and drew out of her to rip the condom off to come on her belly and tits. The need to paint her with me primal and dangerously close to obsession.
I thrummed her clit with my thumb watching her gray eyes flash with the same wild as she screamed one last time. I crashed next to her, my arms above my head to calm my breath.
“Holy shit,” she gasped. “Holy shit.”
I laughed and turned my head to look at her. “Yeah. I just...” I trailed off.
“That was so hot. You’re going to ruin me.”
Damn right I was going to ruin her for anyone other than me.
Because I sure as fuck was beyond gone for her already.
When I got my breath back, I hauled us off to the showers then into bed. She was too tired to fight me about staying overnight and when the watery gray of morning crawled through my room, I was still holding onto her.
I kissed her on the shoulder when Velma came looking for her first meal and slipped out of bed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay in bed. I had three meetings before noon. Now that the sheds were here, I needed to meet with all the artists to show them around and make sure they were good with the size of the retail space in the reality of things.
I made coffee while Velma decided whether my offering was acceptable. She wasn’t normally a fussy eater, but I didn’t usually have overnight guests. She decided chicken in gravy was good for her first meal and daintily lapped it up while I made a second mug. When I got back to my room, Amber was still in the same position.
She certainly had no trouble sleeping. Then again, I’d passed the fuck out and slept hard myself. I set the mug on the bedside table to see if that would wake her up while I took mine into the shower. I finished showering and my morning routine, and she still slept on.
Deciding she didn’t need to wake up with me since it was still so dark and gray, I left a note propped against the cold coffee to find me at the trailer when she woke up as well as my phone number and a code for the gate so she didn’t have to go all the way around.
I whistled on my way to the trailer, finding Molly inside on the phone.
She nodded toward the coffee maker and I made another cup to help me through the slog of emails waiting for me. When she got off the phone, she sat back in her chair with a smirk.
“What?”
Her smirk widened into a smile. “Nothing.”
“What’s going on today?”
“You’re just going to skip the fact that you went off with Amber yesterday to the house and left Valerie losing her mind?”
“It’s none of her business.”
“I thought she was going to blow the top of her head off. It was a sight to behold.”
“C’mon. It’s not that serious.”
“Sure, boss.”
I rolled my eyes. “Amber and I are seeing each other. She’ll have to get used to it.”
“Just seeing?”
