Too many.
Bracing herself for the shock, she bit her lip and pulled him fully inside her. Gasping, nonetheless, at the sensation. No amount of steeling could have prepared her for the feel of him filling her.
She shouldn’t have looked at him then. There was something in his gaze—tenderness? Confusion?—that seemed to penetrate right to the most vulnerable part of her.
But she refused to let those feelings take hold. “Fuck me, John. Please just fuck me.”
That did the trick. No more hesitating. He started to move inside her.
Slowly at first, using the long length of his cock to extend every stroke and then adding a small circle of his hips at the end that sent twinges of pleasure radiating through her. Her pulse jumped, her heart pounded, and her breath started to quicken. Those soft little breaths seemed to urge him on.
His skin was hot, and it soon grew slick with perspiration, as the speed of his thrusts intensified.
Oh God.She might have said that aloud. What he was doing to her felt so good, she couldn’t hold back. The wayhe moved... the perfect rhythm... the thick, solid feeling of him sliding in and out of her...
She arched her back. She heard him make a pained sound and managed a glimpse out of her half-lidded eyes of him tensing, holding back, tamping down the pleasure she was bringing him.
Shewas bringinghim. She hadn’t been all wrong. They were good together. Very good. It might have even meant something once. Something more than that she was about to come.
She felt the hitch in her womb, the slight tensing of muscle, before everything broke apart.
Her cries triggered the same thing inside him. He stiffened, gritted out some kind of muffled curse, and pounded out his orgasm into the shuddering spasms of her own.
It seemed to go on forever. Her body was fighting to hold on to the connection that was every bit as sweet as it was fleeting.
But all good things had to come to an end—isn’t that the way the saying went? And this one did. Spectacularly. With a loud banging on the door about ten seconds after he collapsed on top of her.
•••
John was probably crushing her, but he couldn’t move. And maybe he kind of liked her under him.
Maybe he liked it a lot. That was...
He didn’t know how to put it in words. Different? Intense? Fucking incredible?
It was sure as hell quick. That might have been a record for him. Since high school at least. Three minutes had been optimistic. Hell, maybe two had been optimistic. But wow. That had been... wow. He’d been seeing stars there for a minute.
Who would have thought that Brittany Blake...?
Shit.His still hammering heart came to a sudden stop. His eyes snapped wide-open as the reality of what he’d done crashed through the lingering euphoria of the one-for-the-books, grade-A-freaking-plus climax.
Blake.As in Brand’s little sister. He’d just had sex with his dead best friend’s sister—the same sister he’d sworn to stay away from.
No, they hadn’t just had sex. That put too nice a spin on it. They’d fucked. Just like she’d asked.
He was about to roll off her and try to think of something to say—though what the hell could he say? He’d screwed up, big-time—when someone started banging on the door.
He cursed, pushing himself off the couch and out of her with a suddenness that he hadn’t intended. It felt oddly harsh and final.
Tossing the condom in the trash, he pulled up his briefs and jeans and managed to get them zippered and buttoned before he reached the door.
What had he been thinking? In the living room of the house he rented with four other guys? What was he, eighteen? He should be glad they were knocking.
“Open up, Joe. I know you are in there.”
Damn it.Not his housemates. His date—his forgotten-about date, Marta. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. And he suspected it was about to get a hell of a lot worse.
“Give me a minute.” He thought about grabbing his shirt, but glancing over at Brittany, he knew there was no way it wasn’t going to be obvious what had been going on here. She was finishing buttoning her blouse, but even with her clothes back on, she had that just-fucked look written all over her. Her hair was lightly mussed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and he could see theslight redness on her jaw and neck where his beard had scratched a path.
