Hazel laughed louder.Nowthe guy was joking? “What the hell, Gareth?” she whispered breathlessly, pulling her feet off the table and staring at him, shaking her head as she slowly floated from the ceiling back to the floor and landed in reality. “Tell me, did you…did you say earlier that you broke up with your girlfriend?” she asked, confused. She was having an extremely hard time thinking straight and she was almost certain she’d misheard.
“Yes. It turns out you were right.”
She shuddered. God, the man had never been as hot as he was the moment he uttered those words.
“About what?”
“That I wasn’t being fair to her. It wouldn’t be fair to any woman to marry her while I’m thinking about doingthatwith you. So…” He looked up at her slowly. “Do we end a decade of pent-up anger and unhealthy desire and then start over with no regrets or thoughts of the past?”
She smiled broadly, her heart rate immediately picking up again. “You’ve never said anything so meaningful, Gareth. Now stop talking and kiss me.” If they were going to add an immorality clause to their contract, she could at least take full advantage of it – with everything Gareth had to offer.
Gareth slowly straightened up and she pulled him toward her by his loose tie. When he finally pressed his lips to hers, she was filled with such a strong sense ofrightnessthat it momentarily took her breath away.
Gareth buried a hand in her hair, gently lifted her chin, and kissed her with a sweet tenderness she hadn’t been prepared for, a feeling she felt all the way to her toes.
It was strange, but the kiss felt more intimate than Gareth’s tongue between her thighs. It wasn’t urgent. It didn’t say,I need you. Now. Immediately. It saidI want to savor you for as long as possible.
For some reason, that frightened her. It made her dig her fingers into his shoulders and deepen the kiss. She needed more heat, more desire, because such a sensual kiss was the last thing she wanted. Just as she knew this wasn’t right, that it was incredibly wrong — and they didn’t care.
It was a means to an end. No…morethan that.
Slowly, she sank backward onto the couch, savoring the feel of Gareth’s weight on her body, between her legs. He was hard – everywhere. And she needed himnow.
Impatiently, she kicked the pantyhose off her feet while he worked on the buttons of her blouse. He slipped inside and cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing them and roughly running his thumbs over her nipples until a gasp escaped her. He rocked his hips forward, and the taut zipper of his trousers rubbed against her underwear, making her whole body tremble as she shakily tugged the tie from around his neck, grabbed his collar, and pulled his mouth closer again. It wasn’t fair that he’d kissed her between the legs more often today than on the lips — and she loved Gareth’s kisses. They were deep, long, and uncontrolled, and each stroke of his tongue was more pleasurable than the last. She dug her nails into his shirt, hating that it wasn’t already on the floor, and wrapped her legs around his hips. Impatiently, she rubbed his shaft through the layers of fabric and kissed him with everything she had until they both could hardly breathe.
“I’m on the pill — and I’ll be on top next,” she whispered when they finally broke apart for a second. She took the opportunity to tug at the buttons on his shirt, finally feeling bare skin beneath her fingers…when Gareth’s chest vibrated. Was the bastard laughing?
“I wasn’t joking!”
“I know, that’s why I’m laughing. God, you haven’t changed.”
She felt her lips tighten, but she didn’t grant him the victory of her smile. Instead, she nudged his knee off the couch and pushed against him, sending them tumbling sideways to the floor — he beneath her, the white carpet at his back.
“What the hell…?”
“I’m on top,” she repeated with a smile, sliding along his thighs and slipping the open shirt over his shoulders, finally revealing his pecs and abs, which made her mouth water. “That is non-negotiable.”
“Everything is negotiable,” he whispered, his tone dangerously calm, running his hands up her thighs with spread fingers as she unbuckled his belt. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to be on the bottom.”
“You’ll be the one begging,” she promised, yanking his briefs and pants over his hips and wrapping her fist around his hard length.
God, she’d almost forgotten how big he was. Her index finger and thumb didn’t meet. But she hadn’t forgotten the sounds he made when she firmly ran her hand up and down him.
He released a sharp intake of air, a throaty growl that made the fabric of her panties stick to her wetness.
Gareth pressed his thumbs into her thighs as he lifted his hips, driving his cock deeper into her hand. He kept his eyes closed, his lips parted. Nothing cool or controlled remained. There was only desire and heat, and with it, everything Hazel needed. She circled his tip with her thumb, from which a drop of pleasure was leaking, and rose to her knees, rolling her panties down her thighs with her free hand. Gareth’s hands were now on her hips as he lifted her so she could get rid of them completely. Then he pulled her fingers off his shaft, ran his own hand roughly up and down it, and positioned her directly above him. He rubbed his tip through her wetness, causing her to whimper. She braced herself with both hands on his chest to keep from collapsing. Their eyes met, paused for a second, before Gareth murmured harshly, “Take what you need, Hazel.”
She licked her lips and sank onto him, agonizingly slowly. Inch by inch. She gave her body time to adjust to his size and savored every second watching Gareth as the unbridled desire in his eyes turned into ecstatic gratification. She enjoyed the way he dug his fingers into her hips, as if it cost him everything not to simply pull her roughly onto his cock and thrust into her from below.
But he gave her the power. Gave her time. Gave her complete control, until she was sitting at his base, not knowing where he began and she ended. It was too good. She was too full. Gareth was everywhere. She moaned, contracted tightly around him, and began circling her pelvis, lifting herself again and sinking back onto him, using his pecs for support.
She felt Gareth’s muscles tremble beneath her palms. Saw sweat beading on his forehead…
“You can let go now, Gareth.”
…and the next moment, he thrust into her, simultaneously jerking her hips down. Lightning shot through her core, and she closed her eyes, gasping, as Gareth took control, dominating each of his thrusts and accelerating the rhythm. She loved seeing him like this. Raw, rough, and uncontrolled. Loved every second his shaft filled her. Loved how Gareth sat up and kissed her before tugging down her bra cup and leaning forward to suck her nipple as she sank down onto him again, the heat inside her unbearable.
It was everything, yet too little. Too much, yet not enough. The sweet tension in her lower abdomen tightened with every second, with each of his relentless thrusts…
