I bite down on the junction of her shoulder, not hard enough to mark permanently, but enough to make her gasp. Enough to remind her who she belongs to. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
Her walls start to flutter around me, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.
I can feel her getting close, can feel her thighs starting to tremble where they're wrapped around my waist. I reach between us with my free hand, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts.
She shatters.
Her whole body goes rigid, then dissolves into shaking waves. A scream tears from her throat—my name, over and over, like a prayer.
Her pussy clamps down on me so hard I see white, and I follow her over the edge with a roar, burying myself as deep as I can go and spilling everything I have into her.
I pulse inside her, again and again, until I'm spent. Until we're both trembling, sweat-slicked, gasping for breath. I collapse forward, pressing my forehead to hers, still buried inside her warmth. Her legs are still wrapped around me, her fingers now tracing lazy patterns on my shoulders.
"Jake," she whispers again, but this time it's different. Softer. Reverent.
I lift my head to look at her—really look at her. Her blonde hair is a wild mess, her blue eyes hazy with satisfaction, her freckled cheeks flushed pink. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I'm still inside her, softening, but the sight of her makes my cock twitch with renewed interest. I groan, burying my face in her neck. "You're going to fucking kill me, woman."
She laughs, the sound vibrating through both of us. "What a way to go."
I pull back, finally easing out of her, and she winces slightly as her feet touch the floor. I catch her before she can stumble, pulling her against my chest.
Without a word, I guide her gently toward the bathroom, my hand never leaving her.
The mirror is fogged from her earlier shower. The scent of her shampoo still lingers in the steam-warmed air.
I turn on the water and wait until it runs warm.
She watches me quietly, her eyes soft.
I step under the spray first, testing the temperature, then glance back at her.
She follows without hesitation.
Warm water pours over both of us, washing away sweat and heat and the desperate urgency of a moment ago. Her hands rest lightly on my chest, steadying herself. Mine settle at her hips without thinking.
I reach for the soap, my movements slower now. Careful. I hand it to her, and our fingers brush.
She smiles faintly. Warm. Relaxed.
It’s a kind of quiet intimacy you don’t get with one-night stands, I realize.
And, it turns out, it feels nice.
18
TALIA
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I’m standing in front of the mirror in our hotel bathroom, trying to make my eyeliner even.
My cheeks warm remembering what Jake and I did.
The way he fucked me first like he couldn’t get enough and the way he held me afterwards like I was precious.
I tell myself to focus.
