“Shhh.”
“Stop teasing me,” she demanded.
“I’m the boss right now, remember?”
She growled beneath her breath and tried to lift her hips higher, to engulf him completely.
When he pulled away slightly, she repeated his name, this time loudly. “Torin!”
He crushed her lips with his as he slammed fully inside her, swallowing the gasp that flowed from her mouth into his. Any thoughts of going slow flew right out of his mind at the hot, wet clasp of her body around his dick.
He gripped her hip with one hand and held himself up with the other as he pulled out and thrust back inside her again. And again.
He ground his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her. In a few short moments, too short, he was on the edge. Nova was moving beneath him, and her body was taut, but she wasn’t there. Not yet.
He raised up, leaning back so he could put his thumb against her clit again, and slowed his rhythm. He slid deep inside her as he pressed and circled with his thumb, pushing her toward the edge with him.
Her pussy tightened around his dick, and she gasped in rhythm with each thrust. Her body quaked as another orgasm took her and Torin finally let himself go.
He leaned over her as his body shuddered with intense pleasure that felt as though it were being ripped from him.
As he came down, he lowered his body over hers, resting his weight on his elbows, and kissed Nova, slowly and deeply.
Her tongue danced with his until he withdrew and reached up to remove the tank top from around her hands. Nova released the headboard and curved her fingers over his shoulders before sliding them down his back. As her hands smoothed down his lats, over his lower back, and further to cup his ass, she nuzzled his throat with her nose before she kissed it.
He wanted to stay, just like this, for another hour. Maybe days. Weeks, even.
That’s when he knew.
He was in love with her.
ChapterEighteen
Nothing could get Nova down today. Absolutely nothing.
She’d gone on the best date of her life yesterday and had incredible sex with her hot, gorgeous boss. She was even grateful for the flood in her apartment because it meant she woke up in Torin’s arms this morning.
After the incredible sex, Torin had gotten up to take care of the condom. When he returned, he’d tossed one of his tees at her and asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” she said, her eyes moving down his naked body to one part in particular that looked appetizing.
He’d laughed and reached for his boxer briefs. “I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m going to need a little time to recover.”
Nova sat up and tugged his shirt over her head before glancing around in search of her panties.
“Have you seen—” The question died in her throat when she glanced up to see her pink panties dangling from the tip of his index finger.
“Thanks,” she said, taking them and slipping them up her legs.
“C’mon,” he invited. “I’ll make coffee and omelets.”
Nova followed him downstairs, studying the tats on his shoulders as they went. She wondered when she would get a chance for a closer, more thorough inspection. Because having her hands bound to the headboard wasn’t conducive to that. Even though the binding wasn’t tight enough to be true restraint, it was the intention that counted.
Then again, Nova enjoyed the way Torin was bossy in the bedroom, so it could take a while for her to have the opportunity.
Nova followed Torin into the kitchen, where he promptly boosted her ass up on the counter.
“Stay here,” he said.
