“Fuck me now,” she said.
She was wiggling out of her panties and he had no control to deny her demand.
He grabbed the condom out of his pocket, undid his pants, dropped them down, covered his cock. Snatching her anklesback up in his hands, he slid her to the edge of the couch, then dropped to his knees.
He slammed in quickly, then again.
“That’s it,” she said. “Don’t stop. Just keep doing it like that.”
“Touch yourself,” he said.
One hand released the bottom of her dress, her long finger gliding between her lower lips and touching the spot his mouth was on minutes ago.
She was pressing, swirling and swiping. Trying to find the exact motion she needed.
He kept watching, kept looking and storing the information away for the next time. To know everything that pleased her.
His movements were jerkier than he wanted them to be, but his control was on a rapid decline with her spread wide by his hands.
She was his for the taking and he took. Nothing was holding him back, nothing was going to stop him from branding her as his.
His breath was coming out in short clips, hers doing the same. “Are you close?”
He felt her closing tighter around him, her hips trying to move along but not able with the speed he was pounding into her.
She only nodded her head, but it was enough for him to sink in fast, hold her tight and grind with short urgent thrusts.
He wanted to be deep inside when she came. He didn’t want to miss one ounce of the pleasure they brought to each other.
The minute she shouted out his name, he knew he could finally open up and let it all out.
If his heart emptied with it, that was his secret for now.
30
MORE MY STYLE
The next morning, Farrah rolled over in bed and stretched her arms over her head, her body slightly sore in the most wonderful way possible.
Jayce was snoring softly next to her.
She didn’t bother to hold the smile in. The grin stretched wide, her happiness almost radiating out of her pores.
After their first explosive encounter in her living room, he’d carried her over his shoulder into her room where they showered and cooled off.
An hour went by while they found a snack and chatted about their night before they went to bed and tumbled around the sheets a second time, then both fell into an exhausted slumber.
As much as she wanted to languish next to the man who was stealing her heart, she threw the covers back and put her feet on the floor. She could get some coffee going to wake her butt up.
“Archer is right—you do look like a mess in the morning.”
She jumped and turned to see Jayce standing there in his boxer briefs. She hadn’t heard him move and had been in the kitchen for a few minutes while she watched the coffee dripping into the pot.
“I’m not sure you look much better,” she said, her eyes roaming over every groove, indentation and cranny of his body.
His hair was messed up and standing in every direction possible. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning, but it didn’t take a thing away from his appeal.
“Give me that,” he said, reaching for her cup.
