“Baby, I’m gonna—”
I yelped because I was flying off.
Before I could blink, he was behind me, hand in my backpushing me down, then both to my hips hauling me up to my knees, and he poundedback in.
“Yes,” I hissed, bucking into him, searching for itagain, finding it again, I shoved my face in the sheets and whimpered.
I was so,soclose.
Hands at my ribs, he pulled me up to impaled on him,thrusting up as I bounced, his hand cupping my breast, the other one narrowingin on the exact right spot between my legs.
My head fell back to his shoulder.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he growled into my ear.
“Same,” I pushed out.
“Never get enough,” he grunted.
“Same,” I breathed.
“Go, baby,” he encouraged.
I bucked against him as the orgasm roared through me.
He set me down gently so I was genuflected before him again,but then drove into me relentlessly until I heard and felt his take him.
He stroked slow and sweet through coming down, his thumbsmoving over the swells of my booty, before he pulled out, used my hips to turnme to my back, and carefully, he settled some of his weight on me, some intohis forearm in the bed.
“Yeah?”he asked.
Still drifting through my aftermath, I only had it in me tonod.
He kissed me, deep and wet.
Then he ran his nose along my jaw before he asked, “You wantme to clean you up, or you wanna do it?”
“I’ll do it.”
“In a bit,” he ordered.
I felt my soft smile, but those same lips said, “Bossy.”
He chuckled then lifted his head to look at me.
Shifting his weight a little more to the side, he put hisfinger to my face and grew fascinated with tracing every curve and swell andhollow.My eyebrow.Cheekbone.The edge of my lower lip.My cupid’s bow.
I didn’t want to break the mood, which felt like a warmcocoon of Darius’s brand of sweet, but I also felt a niggle of worry, so Iasked, “Are you okay?”
His gaze came to mine.“I still can’t believe you’re here.”
God.
My man.
I clenched my teeth, shook off his finger and used hisshoulders to pull myself up so I could hide my face in his neck.
It was after the Rock Chick party.It had been fun.Everyonecame, including my parents and Miss Dorothea (but not Danni and Gabby, and Ididn’t ask why they weren’t there, if they weren’t invited, or if they refusedto come, like I didn’t ask why they weren’t at Liam’s game…maybe they didn’tlike football, or at least, for now, I was going with that).
