He froze when she squeezed her inner muscles, milking him as he lodged himself deeply.“Shit,” he swore, sweat breaking out on his brow.
His hold on her faltered, and he slammed his open palm against the door to brace himself.He looked at her quickly and her eyes sparkled.
Not breaking the gaze, she did it again.Slowly, she let one eyebrow lift.
“Minx,” he growled.
Roxie gasped when he spun around, switching positions with her.Suddenly, he was standing with his shoulders pressed against the door and she…
She dropped her head back, arching her neck.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
She felt like she was suspended midair.Free falling.
And she loved it.
She loved it even more when he began thrusting into her, bracing his back against the door.With all her weight riding on him, the pumps were hard and driving.Holding tight, she clutched his shoulder with one hand and stroked her other hand down his chest.His heart pounded under her touch and his muscles trembled from the effort it was taking to hold her weight.
Or maybe, just maybe, she was having as much of an effect on him as he was on her.
Roxie arched sensually.He felt huge as he moved inside her.Her thighs burned as she lifted herself, working in time with him.
Today had built up to this.All the anger, frustration, and nerves broke down to their most basic elements, joining forces with her arousal.It sharpened her senses and focused her need.
On him.Only him.
The outside world was shut away as they loved each other.Aromas from the kitchen tried to slip under the door, and snippets of discussions slithered through the air vents.All she smelled was the familiar scent of his skin.All she heard was the panting of their breaths and the soft cries neither of them could hold back.
He was pounding into her fast now, his jeans sagging around his muscled thighs.
She clutched at his biceps as she felt the orgasm swelling inside her.The skin under his tattoo turned white as her grip bit tight.
But then his hips swung in a high arc, slamming home and the orgasm broke free.Her head fell back, and she arched over his arm as she came.Her thighs locked tight around him, and her toes curled.
“Roxie,” he called loudly, before cutting off the sound.His arms tightened around her like a vice, and his body went rigid as he came.
Roxie sagged forward to stop the blood from rushing to her head.When she did, she caught Billy looking so utterly sexual, an aftershock ran through her.His muscles shown in stark relief as the orgasm held him in its grip.His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were closed.His hair was still mussed, and it made him look young and hungry as he braced himself against the door.
It was a wonder the thing had held.
For a moment, Roxie cuddled against him, watching the pleasure on his face.It was sexy and powerful.Male.
And beautiful.
It made her stay for a moment longer than she should.Two, maybe…
But then she was carefully lifting herself.He was still coming down from the high.She didn’t want to disturb him, and she didn’t want to fight.More than anything, she wanted to curl up in his arms… maybe tumble down into the chair together, but that wasn’t the way things worked for them.
She gently disconnected their bodies and reached for the floor with her toes.Her breath caught when he took her weight and lowered her down.His strength made her weak.
She let out a shaky breath, not sure what to say.
He didn’t say anything either, just leaned back against the door and watched her.
His gaze was unfiltered, and she suddenly found she couldn’t meet it.
Instead, she swept her tank off the floor.She pulled it over her head but was surprised to find the straps of her bra still looped over her shoulders.Feeling clumsy, she quickly did up the closure, but the bra wasn’t on quite right.The underwire dug into tender flesh, but she pulled the tank down quickly.She was willing to deal with the discomfort.
