“Yes.” She breathed. “Please don’t stop.”
Cannon wasn’t sure he could’ve stopped if he tried.
His strokes were slow but deep and powerful. They matched perfectly to the way her body rose to meet him. Nahala wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Her moans filled his mouth as her heat wrapped around him.
She had him tripping a little bit. It felt like she was made specifically for him—that was how snugly he fit inside her.
“Damn, Nahla.”
He continued his slow pacing until he could no longer contain himself. He slid out of her almost completely before diving in again. Nahla cried out, and Cannon groaned. Her hands were all over his body, and Cannon felt like he was in heaven. The way Nahla had him feeling, he was sure he wasn’t lasting much longer. Judging by the way Nahla was sounding off, neither was she.
“Yes, Cannon,” she said through a moan. “Right there.”
Cannon smiled. He loved the way she sounded when she was unraveling. As he admired her, he felt himself getting there. Her love faces were sexy as hell. Cannon switched up his angle, and Nahla fell apart. She was loud and breathless as she grabbed the back of his shirt and came undone beneath him.
Cannon followed her instantly, groaning her name against her lips. He pulled out just in time, and her body shook as he released on the sheets between her legs. He kissed her lips again before collapsing beside her.
Nahla curled against his chest, her cheek softly pressed against his skin. Cannon slid an arm around her, kissed the top of her head, and said, “Whatever this is between us is real to me, Nahla. I need you to know that.”
She lifted her head. “Ditto.”
He kissed her forehead.
“Good. Now let’s go get a shower. Then, we can sleep in my bed, since I just fucked your sheets up.”
They both laughed as they got out of bed. Their connection had just escalated by a thousand, but for some reason, Cannon wasn’t tripping. The vibe wasn’t tense or awkward. As a matter of fact, he felt calmer than he had in a while. He was feeling Nahla something serious and decided to just roll with it.
Buzz.
Buzz.
With her eyes still closed, Nahla grabbed a pillow and put it over her head.
Buzz.
She groaned and reached toward the nightstand. Her phone had been buzzing with messages for the last thirty seconds, but Nahla wasn’t ready to start her day. She felt the effects of the wine she had drunk before she opened her eyes.
The constant yet faint throbbing in her left temple would make one think that she had taken several shots the night before, but she’d only had three glasses of wine. Of course, she wasn’tmuch of a drinker in the first place. She had been feeling tipsy after the first glass, and she should have stopped there.
Buzz.
Nahla unlocked her phone and tapped the first message she saw.
Luke (managing editor):
Have you seen this? I thought Mr. Hill said you were letting go of the Lyle story?
Attached to her coworker’s message was a link to the Lyle sheriff’s press conference. Nahla sighed and continued checking her text messages.
Brother:
Dad sent me this this morning. Nahla, why is a Sheriff in Lyle holding press conferences about you? Call me.
Sissy:
Girl, what the hell is this press conference? Call me ASAP.
Capri:
