He started his own chant.“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”As she spasmed around him, he slammed home, deep into her, pounding her because it was what they both needed.With her contractions, the friction of his cock inside her, the pulse of his heart in his ears, his body took over, coiling, shuddering, and shooting everything inside her.He gritted his teeth, grunted, growled, even as she convulsed around him, taking him deep into oblivion.
And into a bliss he’d never known except on the phone with her.
He collapsed on her, his breath heaving from his chest, turning his throat raw.
Cupping her chin, he pulled her to him, kissed her, tasted her until he owned her.
And she owned him.
Summer could have askedif he was the incubus in the night who would claim her then disappear the next morning, leaving her alone and yet still chained to him.
But she didn’t want to think, wanted only to feel the throb of his cock inside her, the pressure of his body on hers, the taste of him on her lips, the scent of him filling her up like champagne bubbles.
And the deep timbre of his voice in her ear.“Fuck, you make me crazy.”
“Was it as good as it would have been in the club with everyone watching?”
He made a move against her, maybe it was involuntary, and stroked every part of her, inside and out.“Better,” he whispered.“So much better.”
After a time, after the tics and jerks of her body settled, he said as if he’d never stopped talking, “I don’t need the club to fuck you.I don’t need a fantasy to fuck you.”He held her tightly.“I only need you.”
Holdinghands in the car as he drove, they didn’t talk, like the long moments after they’d hung up the phone, and Knox drifted in a lingering fog of pleasure, sated, his mind expanded, his body in tune with hers, despite the distance between them.
Parking by the curb at her townhouse, he climbed out, walked around the car, opened the door for her, pleased that she’d waited.She took his hand, and he helped her climb out of the car.Then he gathered her in, kissed her sweetly, just the glide of their lips against each other, lingering and luscious.
When he pulled back, she asked, “Are you coming in?”
Knox had thought about it the entire drive back.How it would feel to hold her, to make love to her in her bed, then again in the middle of the night after he’d woken her with a kiss, to wake up to the morning light with her in his arms.
But there was a distinction in her question.Areyou coming in?Notwillyou come in?Notcome in with me, stay with me, I need you.
The distinction clued him in that she wasn’t ready.She needed more time.But there was hope in the fact that she hadn’t wanted him to take her in the club, whether it was one man watching or a crowd.Not for their first time.She’d wanted that to be just about them.About him.
That had to mean something.
Cupping her face, loving the feel of her warm skin against his palms, he took one last taste of her sweet lips before he said, “Not tonight.”
He watched her walk down the path to her front door.If he’d walked with her, he wasn’t sure he could leave.Turning for one last look at him, she didn’t smile.She simply met his gaze, then she shut the door.
He parked the car a block away, turned off the engine, put in his earbuds, and called her.
On the phone, they could say anything.
In the kitchen,she was pouring herself a glass of water when her phone rang.
She hadn’t begged him to spend the night.And now she knew what he wanted, another piece of her.Her body hadn’t come down off the high of those orgasms, and her mind hadn’t come out of the clouds.Her heart was still beating too hard.
The earbuds sat right there on the counter, and without hesitation, she slipped them into place.Then she swiped to answer him.
He didn’t wait for her to say hello.“Are you in bed yet?”
His voice thrummed through her.“I’m in the kitchen getting a glass of water.”
“I’d rather imagine you upstairs in your bed.”
“I’m already walking up there.”
“Tell me when you’re standing by your bed.I have plans for you.”
