“For now,” I whisper, “just take me.”
He lets out a harsh breath, and there’s the press of his hard cock against my entrance. The decadent heat of his bare skin has me grateful that I got an updated STI check last time I renewed my birth control prescription. When I texted George my results, he immediately followed suit with his, both of us eager for this exact moment. He sinks in slowly, even as I writhe, and his panting grows heavy.
“Fuck, Beth. It’s even better…how do you…god, I might die…”
Then I squeeze my internal muscles and he lets out a choked grunt and slams himself deep, followed by a few more hard strokes before he regains an ounce of control, growling as he does.
“You want me to come in fucking five seconds?”
“It’s kind of a compliment, right?” I tease back, breathless at the stretch of him in me.
“I want to stay here forever.” He has his head tilted down, his gaze locked on where his bare cock pulses in and out of my pussy.
I drag my nails along his fresh buzz and rock my hips, trying to take him deep, whimpering when he holds back.
“You want me so bad, don’t you, good girl?” He palms my ass,massaging the cheeks, pushing and pulling me as he feeds his length into my body. “Say it again, Beth.”
“I want you,” I sob, so close to another orgasm but unable to reach the pleasure with his restrained movements. “I want you. I want you. I want—ah!”
George buries himself in me until I feel the press of his balls against my ass, then he thumbs my clit, stroking in steady circles until I’m screaming his name, my body plummeting through an orgasm that feels like a free fall.
He curses, the words muffled as he presses his face against my neck. Hard arms wrap around my body in a relentless hug. Inside me I can feel his cock pulse, spilling evidence of his pleasure until I’m full.
For a while we stay locked together, trying to breathe. Eventually, with a groan, George lets himself slide out. But he doesn’t really leave me, not when he reaches for the detachable shower head and carefully washes me off.
Reverently.
I revel in the attention, letting him take care of me.
“I was going to suggest you come to our next salon night,” I murmur. “But I’m not sure that’s a good idea if this is how me cutting your hair ends.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and delicious. And when he bends down to rinse my legs, I lean over and plant a kiss on the top of his perfectly shaped skull, smiling at the tickle of his short hair and the pleased noise he makes in response.
We’re a little late to the party, but with how the evening goes, I’m glad I stole a few extra minutes of happiness when I could.
Chapter
31
The venue forTasha and Annabel’s wedding celebration is at the top of the hotel, in a round room with tall glass windows that reveal an awe-inspiring view of Washington, DC.
“Wow,” I mutter, gazing across the collection of tables and a dance floor. “That is one hell of a view.”
George lets out a kind of grumbled grunt as an answer. I glance up to find him looking anywhere but at the city skyline. There’s a grumpier-than-normal cast to his face, and I could swear there’s a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Then the connection clicks in my mind.
“Is this bothering you? The height?” I slip my hand into his, lacing our fingers together.
He gives me a squeeze, his tight mouth managing to curve into a smile. “I’m fine.” He clears his throat. “But if we could avoid the edges, that’d be great.”
“Of course.”
“This is helping.” He reaches over with his free hand to give a gentle tug on the skirt of my dress. “Very distracting.”
Warmth travels up my neck as I mentally play back the moment I stepped out of the bathroom in the sky blue A-line dress I found at Goodwill a few months after prom season last year. George had stopped in the middle of knotting his tie, his entire body going still as he stared. I’d smoothed my hands over the skirt, worried there was a stain on the fabric I hadn’t noticed.
“Beautiful,” he’d sighed. “Do we have to go? Can’t I just lie on the bed, and you straddle me in that dress, and we stay like that all night?”
