The exquisite feel of her body surrounding him, working him, hot flesh to hot flesh, was a heaven he’d never known with any other woman.He’d done so many of the same things, and yet with her, it was beyond any other experience.She moaned and cried out, stoking his fire, and when her legs quivered and her breath came in fast puffs, he felt how close she was.
The vibrator and his slow moves did the trick, and in the next moment, her body clamped around him.She cried out his name, her eyes squeezed shut, and he took her the way they both needed, hard, pounding into her, his thrusts fast, going high and deep.When she came apart around him, he let go.He couldn’t have held off a second longer.
When he lost himself inside her, he’d never wanted anything more.
Knox slid to the side,pulling her with him, staying seated firmly inside her.
Summer should have sent him home, but she needed this, the tiny tics of their bodies as they came down off the high, the feel of him filling her up, the ache in her muscles, the heat of his body.Then her fantasy turned to reality as she fell asleep with his cock inside her.
Just like the story he’d told her last night, she woke to the feel of him inside her, moving, bringing her so close to the edge that her climax seemed almost like a dream.It went on and on until his hot seed filled her up.
After everything they’d done in the night, she thought she’d wake up late, rushing to get ready for work, flying out the door.But she woke early, rested and sated in his arms.They showered together, played a little.
While she dressed in her suit, he made her toast and coffee.
It felt like coupledom.
When they were ready to go, with her garage door open and Knox’s car in the driveway, he took her chin in his hand and kissed her lightly.“I’ll see you tonight.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that wasn’t a good idea, but he cut her off.“I need this again.Because it wasn’t fucking, it was making love.What we’re doing isn’t just a couple of fuck buddies getting together.It’s now become a relationship.”
Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, sweeter.
“You sound as controlling as my ex-husband,” she muttered.
“No.I’m arrogant and pushy.There’s a difference.Because you can always say no to me, and I’ll accept it.”He reeled her in for another breath-stealing, bone-melting kiss.“If you reallywantto say no, that is,” he murmured against her lips.
He rubbed his nose across her cheek, kissed her earlobe, then walked to his car and climbed in, waving to her as he drove away.Ridiculously, she stayed rooted to the spot for too long after he was out of sight.
He was right.She could say no to him.She could walk away if she wanted to.But damn him, she didn’t want to.
And that made him dangerous.Maybe even more dangerous than her asshole ex.
He was arrogant and pushy,but he wasn’t controlling.He just knew they should be together.It was as if he’d been waiting twenty years for her.As if he’d never had a real relationship since his wife, as if in his dreams, his fantasies, he’d been waiting for Summer.She was his destiny.
And he was hers.
He just had to get her to see it.
That evening, since she hadn’t texted the wordnoand hadn’t called to sayno, hadn’t even walked by him in the halls of West Coast Manufacturing and shaken her head at him, he planned out the night.
When he’d dropped by his house to change his clothes that morning, he’d packed a gym bag with extras.And tonight, before driving to her place, he stopped for takeout.He could have cooked, but he didn’t know what she had in the house, and he didn’t want to shop.And yeah, it was arrogant that he chose takeout without calling her, and pushy that he was about to show up on her doorstep.But he wasn’t a controlling asshole like her husband.And she could still tell him to go away if she wanted.After he’d tried to convince her to let him stay, of course.
When he knocked, she took so long that he thought she wouldn’t answer.Then again, maybe she wasn’t home yet.
When she finally opened her atrium door, he saw how much the place suited her, with its hanging pots of flowers, a little bistro table with three chairs, one for her and the other two for her girls.A hydrangea bloomed in a big pot, and more tubs blossomed with azaleas and rhododendrons.
They’d need to get a fourth chair for that bistro table.
She still wore her business suit, and he salivated, remembering how he’d sat on her bed to watch her dress that morning.She stood there holding the door, blocking his entry, looked at the takeout bag and then to his face.
And said, “Okay, we’re going to need more rules.”
Oh yeah.They would need rules.And she was going to love them.
She wouldn’t letthe tangy, sweetly scented Chinese food distract her.She wouldn’t let his sexy smile or the glitter in his dark eyes dissuade her.
Summer had thought about it all day and accepted that she wasn’t ready to walk away yet.Despite all that phone sex over the last few weeks, theiractualsex since Saturday had been way beyond anything she’d ever known.God, it was good.Too good to stop now.
