He thrust the entire length of his cock inside and I reared up from the couch, arching my back. The jolt of current was as explosive as ever and I threw my leg over his. Maybe I was holding him in place or begging him to take all of me.
With every smile crossing his face there was an equal air of mischief and control, something I’d fought yet had craved. He was a dominating man, possibly even sadistic by nature.
And I adored every moment of it.
However, this wasn’t about kink or performing an act. This was about two people not only craving but needing each other.
Kendrick remained gentle with his actions, at least at first, pulling out then slowly returning his shaft to my pussy. But as I raked my nails down his arms, the salacious smile shifted into an awakening of the darkness he harbored and rarely allowed to see the light of day.
The rhythm was an easy mesh of our bodies, our muscles working in tandem. Then we both began to lose control, our bodies’ betrayal fueling the open flames.
My pussy muscles stretched, the ache in every joint and tension matching the rush of white-hot heat through my veins. Soon, my blood was boiling, a haze forming over my eyes.
With every stroke of his cock filling me, stretching me, the closeness only increased. I wasn’t just clinging to him any longer. I was blanketed by him, wrapped in sin and passion in a way I’d never thought existed.
He never blinked, never took his eyes off me as he shifted the angle, taking his time after learning so much about my body. Within seconds, the tingling sensations were vibrating, a rush of adrenaline fueling a climax.
As soon as my body stiffened, my back arching, he crushed his lips over mine. Capturing the moan. Creating additional friction. And for a little while, our bodies were molded together as one.
He refused to stop even as I fell back to earth, breathless and in awe of how my body responded to his.
The powerful man and handsome savior yanked one arm over my head then the other, holding both in place while we rocked together. Seconds went by. Minutes.
Every moment sweeter than the one before.
There were so many things I wanted to say to him, words that were on the tip of my tongue but faded before being spoken. Somehow, I knew he could read my mind.
He pushed me even harder, every action tantalizing until I couldn’t take it any longer. The sweep of vibrations as the orgasm rushed through me left me breathless, incapable of thinking.
I was barely cognizant, the pleasure was so intense, but realized he’d shifted one arm, now clasping both hands with mine.
With him continuing to watch my every movement, I pressed both knees against him, rocking in exactly the same rhythm. He finally blinked less than a minute later and I knew he could no longer keep control.
The moment I squeezed my pussy muscles, he threw his head back. Rewarded with a gruff but sexy roar, I closed my eyes, allowing a dream to filter into my mind.
A dream of the future.
Cocooned in his arms, I felt safer than I had in my entire life. With the lights of South Beach creating muted flashes of vivid lights through the sheets of glass, I slowly faded into the sweet abyss of sleep.
CHAPTER 23
Kendrick
In the span of a few hours, Reese had called me both a hero and her savior.
I was neither, although I doubted my ability to convince her I was more of a rogue than anything else. I’d worked hard during college and law school to become more polished, something my father had reminded me was necessary. That was unless I’d wanted to be a good ole boy practicing law in some Podunk town in the West.
While I’d adored my life on my parents’ ranch, including all the outdoor activities, I’d aspired to something greater than turning into my father.
Which was why I’d had my sights set on Miami from the time I’d turned fifteen. Well, if I was being honest, I’d made my decision after a family vacation to Miami where I’d lost my virginity.
How ridiculous to plan my life around a girl whose name I could no longer remember. At the time it hadn’t mattered.
Now I wondered why the ten minutes had seemed profound enough to change my life.
But I’d been gung-ho, refusing to listen to my mother pleading for me to choose somewhere close like Missoula. Not a big enough city for the cowboy turned city boy.
As my brother used to say.
