I’m so wet that he easily pumps deeper each time, his balls hitting my skin with force.
“No,” he snarls. “Anyone could get to you when I’m like this.”
I hold his eyes, which have taken on a wild sheen. They flare with the untamed primal urge to fuck as he sinks inside me again with a clenched jaw.
“Look at me,” he grits. “I’m so fucking lost, buried deep inside your perfect cunt, feeling nothing but you stretching around me, seeing nothing but your eyes as you give yourself to me. Anyone could walk right up to us when I’m like this and I’d be useless.”
He fucks me so hard that the elevator shakes.
“Denver… Denver,please.”
“Tell me what you want, Princess.”
“Oh my god.” My nails rake over his neck, hot, sticky wetness pricking at their tips as I pierce his skin, struggling to hold on.
“That’s it, fucking mark me as yours.”
My mouth drops open as I stare back at him. He looks scary as hell. All giant muscles and dark, burning eyes. He doesn’t get it. He thinks he can’t protect me like this because he’s toofocused on me. But if someone were here, they’d literally have to go through him to get to me. His body is broad and solid, curled around me like a human shield.
They’d have to go straight through his back to get to me.
He always has to sleep closest to the door. He always sits between me and the entrance to places. He’s always on high alert.
And when we have sex, he prefers being the one in control. He wants to be on top of me, or behind me, pinning me beneath him. He loves to watch me ride him, but never for long. He has to get back into a position where his body is a physical barrier between me and anyone else.
He’s sacrificing himself for me all the time.
He never puts himself first.
Ever.
“Denver,” I mewl, the pleasure getting too much to bear.
“Come for me,” he urges, the rough tone of his command so damn sexy that it’s only a couple more thrusts before I do exactly as he says.
“Yes, good girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” he groans as I come apart, my body hugging his in tight waves as it fights to steal his pleasure for itself. “Fuck,” he growls, thrusting harder. He presses his forehead against mine and his pupils dilate as he comes inside me with a grating curse. “Sinclair, Princess… fuuuuckkk.”
I grab either side of his face, crushing my lips to his as his wet heat spills inside me.
“I’d do anything to make you happy too,” I say as I press kiss after desperate kiss to his soft lips. “Anything.”
I kiss him until his movements slow and he stills inside me.
“Denver,” I whisper, searching his eyes. “I love?—”
His cell rings, loud and angry.
“Get it,” I breathe, pressing another kiss to his warm lips.
He hesitates, frowning.
“It might be important,” I say.
I hook my legs behind him as he shifts to hold me with one arm. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the blaring phone.
“Sullivan?” he answers, his dark eyes holding mine.
“Denver? Can you talk?”
