She squeezed his arms in a passion-filled grip, as if braced for pleasure.
Nick held her tighter and breathed his way deeper inside her pussy.
As he did, she let a high-pitched cry loose from her throat.
He jerked his hips, stroking, desperate, on fucking fire to bury every inch inside her.
She clenched her thighs around his hips and urged him on even more.
He goddamn gave her everything, surging into her with a push and a rush until he couldn’t shove his way in any further.
She cried out, voice hoarse, fingernails embedding in his skin, perspiration covering her as he unleashed his desire and made her his.
With stroke after hard stroke, the bed squeaked. He wrenched gasps and moans from her lips. Bliss streaked fire through his body.
Jesus, he wasn’t going to last. It had been forever since he’d had sex, and he had never wanted a woman as fiercely as he wanted this one. Whatever he felt tearing through his veins and decimating his restraint wasn’t mere desire. This was unraveling his brain, changing the way he perceived ecstasy. It was rewriting his definition of pleasure.
Beneath him, she tightened—her grip around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, and her sweet pussy all over his weeping cock.
Fuck, he needed her to come with him now.
Nick reached a thumb between them and dragged it over her clit. Her harsh breaths stuttered. She tossed her head back and forth. Her little pearl hardened beneath his touch.
“No…”
“Yeah, baby. You fucking come for me now.”
“It’s…so…”
“Good? Let it go. Fucking scream it.”
She tensed, her body arched, her rosy little mouth bowed into an O. And she wailed his name at the top of her lungs as she spasmed, clenched, and climaxed with her entire body.
Nick knew that would never get old for him.
It was the last thought he had before the pleasure steamrolled him and he lost his damn mind, emptying himself into her as she undid him and took hold of his heart forever.
Into the silence punctuated only by their panting, he clutched her tight.
“What was that?” She sounded as stunned as he felt.
“Not just sex.” He knew the difference. Nick was pretty sure what they’d just shared had unraveled his brain, rewired him for her and her alone, and remade him into a committed man. “But next time will be better.”
“How?” Her gaze was stunned, as if she couldn’t even think of a way their sex could remotely improve.
He grinned. “I’ll be slower. I’ll have more control, I promise.”
“Why bother?” She sighed. “That was so damn amazing.”
He’d never once heard her swear. Hearing her so emphatic now made him laugh. “How about if I promise it will be someplace nicer?”
Sasha grimaced. “That, I would love.”
“You got it, baby. You’ve got me. Always. I love you.”
“As crazy as it sounds, I love you too, Nick. Let’s catch a bad guy and live happily ever after.”
He didn’t think Walter Clifford intended to make things quite that easy, but he didn’t want to worry Sasha, so he just nodded. “Absolutely.”
