He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust. Both of us had to take a second to catch our breath. I marveled at his restraint. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched with the effort of holding back.
“Move,” I whispered, rolling my hips experimentally.
That seemed to break the last of his control. He began to move slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. Every thrust hit exactly the right spot, building pressure inside me until I was clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand sliding between us to find my clit. “Come for me again, Sylvie.”
The combination of his movement and his skilled fingers pushed me over the edge again, this orgasm even more intense than the first. I cried out his name as pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around him.
He followed me over, his rhythm faltering as he found his own release with a groan that sounded like it came from his soul. He threw his head back and roared. The sounds he made heightened my own orgasm. I held on to him, like I could be his anchor.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, both breathing hard. Kent disposed of the condom before pulling me against his chest, his fingers combing through my hair.
“That was….” I began, then trailed off with a satisfied sigh.
“Amazing,” he finished for me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
“Should I go?”
“No. Stay.”
“Are you sure. Is there going to be drama?”
“No one will know,” I said.
I should have felt awkward lying there with a man I barely knew, should have been second-guessing my impulsive decision. Instead, I felt more relaxed than I had in months. The constant tension I carried in my shoulders was gone, replaced by a languid satisfaction that made my eyelids heavy.
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away,” he murmured against my hair.
For the first time in months, I fell asleep easily, wrapped in Kent’s arms with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER 30
KENT
Iwoke up to the sound of my phone buzzing somewhere in the darkness. For a moment, I had absolutely no idea where I was. The bed was unfamiliar. The room smelled like cinnamon and there was definitely someone else in the bed with me.
Sylvie’s place.
Fuck.
Sylvie’s place.That was a line I definitely shouldn’t have crossed. Getting personally involved with someone whose family I was supposed to be convincing to sell their property was beyond stupid. It was potentially catastrophic for everyone involved.
But what was done was done. I couldn’t take back last night, and honestly, looking at Sylvie sleeping peacefully beside me, I wasn’t sure I would if I could.
She looked like an angel in her sleep, her copper hair spread across the pillow, her face relaxed and younger somehow. Thick, long lashes, puffy lips, and the cutest little nose. I had to resist the urge to reach out and trace the line of her jaw.
It would be so easy to lean down and steal a kiss from my sleeping beauty. She would wake and I knew she wouldbe willing to give me the morning pick-me-up I was craving. I always found sex to be a great way to start the day.
Way better than coffee.
My mind started to rationalize the idea. Since I was still in bed with her, it wasn’t like it would count as another encounter. It was still the same incident. It would still qualify as a one-night stand, right?
Because that’s what I did. I didn’t do relationships and feelings and all that shit. And I sure as hell didn’t do them with a beautiful woman whose life I was about to destroy.
But I wanted her. I could feel all that silky skin pressed against me. My cock hardened and begged to be buried inside her.
