His lips pressed against mine as he entered, sliding slowly into me, giving me a moment to adjust to his girth and length.
It didn’t take me long; ever since the first night we’d spent together, my body had craved this. Him. The way he filled me, so completely, so deeply. He slid in and out of me with hard, sure thrusts, each one of them pushing me closer and closer to another freefall orgasm.
Alaric’s lips moved to the side of my neck, and kissed me there, softly at first, before he sucked down and nipped lightly.
It pushed me over the edge, and my back arched as I exploded around him. My toes curled, and I moaned through it. Alaric didn’t stop, his thrusts growing faster and harder, propelling me toward another shattering orgasm. I could feel my core tightening around him, and his brow furrowed as I clenched.
His pelvis slammed into me twice more before he buried himself inside me, as far as he could. Groaning against my neck, he came.
I took a shuttering breath, clenching around him, milking every drop. He let out a quiet laugh, drawing out and flopping beside me.
“I think we both needed that,” I remarked, my voice a little shaky still. I turned to look at him, my cheeks flushed and my pulse racing.
“I think you’re right,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe if you hadn’t tortured me all week, I might have displayed more restraint.”
“I didn’t torture you.” I laughed. “Did I?”
He gave me a look, cocking his brows and gazing lewdly at my body. “I think you knew what you were doing.”
“Not really, but I’m glad it worked,” I admitted, smirking. “You aren’t planning on leaving before midnight, are you, Cinderella?” I arched a brow at him.
He chuckled, shaking his head a little, his hand finding the curve of my hip. “I’ve got some time.”
10
Booty Call
Alaric
She fell asleep in my arms again, and this time, I hesitated even longer when it came time for me to leave.
I shouldn’t stay, it would give the wrong impression. But I wanted to stay even more than I had the first night.
This time, Tig was waiting back home, so I had no choice but to ease from her bed. She slept on, too spent to be roused by my subtle movements. This time, I left a note with my phone number on her nightstand.
I locked her door, trudging to my truck, moments from earlier washing over me and chipping away at my armour. She was easy, friendly and engaging—and strangest yet, I enjoyed talking to her.
We didn’t talk about heavy things, just safe topics—topics you’d discuss with just about anyone. We both had walls around our hearts.
But when we touched, we both spoke a different language, one that wasn’t that of walls. It was a language of unbridled passion. She awoke something that resided so deep inside of me; I’d forgotten it was there until she set it free.
It was a surreal thing, to carry this knowledge after two heated hookups, but Gwen was like a drug. She’d quietly slipped into my system, and now I was hooked.
I told myself that I could balance it all—work, Sawyer, her. Keep it all separate, keep the lines from blurring, but I knew it was a lie.
Already, I craved her.
* * *
At nine o’clockthe next evening, my cell phone buzzed with a text from an unfamiliar number. I’d just hopped out of the shower after a day of clearing the weeds from the gardens out back. I wanted to get the heavy, potentially boring work out of the way for my next weekend with Sawyer.
And, I’d needed to do something to occupy my time. I hadn’t heard a whisper from Gwen all day, and I felt both relieved and a little disappointed by that. Leaving my number had been a momentous thing to do, something I hadn’t done since Cheryl.
But I’d asked for casual, and she’d pressed that she needed it too, and I was relieved by the silence while being simultaneously tormented by it.
I grabbed my phone off the bathroom counter a little too eagerly. Unlocking it, my eyes slid across the screen as I read the message twice.
Hey, it’s Gwen. Just wanted to let you know…I had a lot of fun last night. Feel free to text me any time you want a repeat. ;)
