That’s all I need.
I come.
I gasp, the surprise consuming me just as shocking as the orgasm itself. Then he buries himself inside me, and I feel him fill me with his release. Consuming me like only he can. Perfectly, warmly, expertly… passionately.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CIDNEY
When my eyes flutter open,I don’t even have to look over or reach out across the sheets to know that I’m alone. I can sense his presence, and I know that he’s nowhere near me. He’s not even in this apartment. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stand, stretch, then shuffle toward the bathroom.
Grabbing my robe, I slip it on as I head into the living room. My center aches with every step I take, and my cheeks flush when my gaze scans the arm of the sofa. I was bent over that arm not too long ago. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to hide the smile that appears.
I move toward the kitchen and start a cup of coffee just as I hear the front door open. Turning my head, I watch as Goose moves through the door. My breath hitches at the sight of him. His head is dipped, but I’m not looking at his head.
He’s sweaty, not just a little, but a lot. His shirt is sticking to his body, highlighting all of his muscles. His thick, stacked muscles, one on top of the other. A shiver slides down my spinejust looking at him. He’s always sexy as hell, and I didn’t think he could be sexier, but I was wrong.
“You okay?” I ask as he closes the door, flips the locks into place, then makes his way toward the kitchen.
I expect him to head to the fridge, but he doesn’t. He makes his way directly toward me, closing the distance between us, and then his mouth comes down and touches mine. I feel his tongue slide across the seam of my lips before he breaks the kiss and his eyes find mine.
“Morning, Cid,” he murmurs.
“Morning.”
“I went to your building’s gym. I haven’t had a workout in a few days. I was jonesin’. I wanted to make sure your security was up and running before I went, though.”
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his sweaty, strong bicep and squeeze gently. “I can’t tell you missed even a day,” I murmur.
He looks down at my hand, then shifts his focus back to mine again. “You keep looking that fucking cute, babe, I’m going to have to fuck you in this kitchen again,” he grunts.
My lips part as my head tilts back a little more, my gaze lifts to meet his, and he shakes his head a couple of times. His eyes are focused on mine, then he lifts his hand between us before I feel his index finger touch my chin.
“You’re not stopping, Cidney. You look cute as fuck, sexy even right now.”
“But you don’t want to?” I ask.
When he growls, the noise comes from deep inside his chest. He reaches down, wrapping his hands around the backs of my thighs, and picks me up before he turns toward the bar and releases me. I land hard on the counter with a thud. The sound causes his lips to twitch into that sexy smirk.
Goose’s hips shift forward, and I spread my legs, making room for him. His fingers gently slide up the center of my torso, dancing up my chest before they curl around the front of my neck. I love that—when he squeezes my throat his way.
He leans forward until his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he speaks against my mouth.
“I don’t have time to fuck you right now, Cidney,” he murmurs.
“Why?” I exhale.
I can’t imagine there’s anything else he needs to do right now except me. I’m not sure what could be more important than him being inside me. Then we both find relief. It feels like it’s been an eternity, yet only a moment all at the same time.
Placing my hands on the center of his chest, I tip my head back slightly so I can look into his eyes. His gaze is searching mine. “I got some shit to do down at the clubhouse today, and you have to get ready for your girls’ night. There are some grocery deliveries coming.”
“Girls’ night… tonight?” I ask.
His eyes widen at the same time his lips curve up. “Tonight.”
I haven’t texted anyone. I haven’t even looked at my phone. I’ve been locked inside this bubble with this man. This beautiful man. And I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with him, wrapped up in him.
I want to become part of him.
