Her hands fell onto his chest as she leaned forward, changing the angle of his penetration, and, oh, that was even better. Even stronger. Even?—
She came. Bam. Detonation. Just exploded and she could barely choke out a breath.
“You feel incredible when you come for me. I feel it. Your pleasure squeezing me…”
Her inner muscles were clamping greedily around him.
In the next breath, he’d tumbled her back onto the bed until her shoulders slammed into the mattress. “My turn.”
Yes, fine, he could have all the turns that he wanted.
Lightning flashed again.
A hard roll of thunder.
He caught her legs and draped them over his shoulders.
She gasped as he went in her even deeper.
His thrusts were fierce and fast. Uncontrolled. He pounded into her again and again, and she caught the tangled covers and her hands fisted on them.
This wasn’t nice sex. Not easy. Not gentle.
It was body-churning. Soul-stealing. Heart-racing fucking.
He fucked her hard, and she shoved her hips back up against him with every maddened thrust because she absolutely loved it. She didn’t need to think about the future or the past. It was just their bodies, colliding together. Insane sex. Earth-shattering pleasure.
He erupted into her again.
And she was right there with him, riding that blast of pleasure as the storm raged around them.
“You need to stay out of my bar.”
Oh, yes, that was hardly the…You’re the best lover I’ve ever had and please, please stay with me plea that Agnes had maybe, sorta, kinda hoped she’d get when morning dawned.
Her eyes opened.
Surprise, surprise, Cass was fully awake. Fully dressed. Standing beside the bed, glowering at her while she was naked and tousled and probably looking super, super scary. Mornings were never her best time. Especially when she hadn’t gotten her coffee. So she squinted at him.
“Do not come slumming on my side of town. Stay out of all the bars I frequent. Out,” he emphasized. “I won’t be able to save that gorgeous ass again. You don’t jump into a brawl. That should be, like FBI 101.”
“Coffee,” she croaked. She’d done a fair amount of screaming during the night. His fault, one hundred percent. The man should not have been so incredible.
His dark brows shot together. His hands were on his jean-clad hips. He wore a faded gray shirt, and he looked almost disgustingly good with the hard stubble on his jaw.
Someone is gorgeous and all chatty in the mornings. A mental note she made about him.
“Coffee before conversation,” she rasped. “Pretty…ah, please.” Because her mother had taught her manners. Granted, her mother never needed to know about this awesome one-night stand, but…still.
Manners.
Her mother and her brothers. They should never know.
Some things would just stress them out unnecessarily.
“I don’t have coffee here. I never drink it.”
She gasped. The sound held utter shock. Maybe some betrayal, too. “You monster.”
