When her breathing became more hurried, I drove into her, powerful and deep, making her whimper. Her hands struggled to stay in one place. They were on my shoulders, my back, gripping my ass and encouraging me to move faster. Harder. Deeper.
The bed rocked with the force of my thrusts, and pleasure built inside me, burning like an inferno.
She was gasping, writhing, and wordlessly asking for more, begging me for release. So, I eased a hand beneath her, tilting her hips just enough that when I drove down and ground against her, she came apart beneath me.
This orgasm seemed much stronger than her last one. She cried out and bit down on my shoulder, hard enough that there was a hint of pain, but I didn’t mind. The idea that her climax was so intense she needed something to help her endure it was sexy as hell.
But then I had no choice but to freeze. She was pulsing around me, and the slightest move might push me too far to come back from.
The orgasm was still washing through her, and she asked it between two shuddering breaths. “What’s wrong?”
In the glow of the firelight, I hoped she couldn’t see my embarrassment. “I’m close... and not ready to stop.”
Because it felt much too good. Because I’d wanted her so badly for what had felt like forever.
She blinked her gorgeous eyes at me, and a sly smile lit her face like this was unacceptable. Like she was eager to see me lose control like she had.
“Wait,” I uttered, echoing her warning, but like last time, it was too late.
Laurel had both her legs hooked around mine until she moved. Because she was so flexible and had total command of her body, it was easy for her to raise one leg and wrap it high above my back. The action drew me further inside, where there was no escape.
A groan ripped from my chest as I came, hard and violent. White-hot pleasure shot up my spine and burst out into my limbs, making me twitch with each new hit.
The orgasm lasted forever too, like something long overdue and making up for the wait.
As it finally began to fade and my heart slowed its furious tempo, I withdrew and sank beside her, burying my face in her hair with my arm draped over her chest.
The evening had been absolute hell on my bruised back and worth it a thousand times over.
For a long while, we didn’t move. I knew I needed to get up, ditch the condom, and grab the comforter off the floor because our bodies were rapidly cooling off, but it was impossible to find the motivation. There was nowhere else I wanted to be than right here in this moment with her.
But exhaustion was creeping in, and if I didn’t move soon, I’d fall asleep. I lifted my head that was nestled in her neck, finding her eyes clear but tinted with worry.
“Holy shit,” I uttered, using a hand to brush the hair out of her face.
“Yeah.” Her voice was hushed.
She might have been concerned, but there was no guilt about what we’d done or worry over my career imploding. When I put my lips on hers, she was all I could think about.
26
LAUREL
At some pointduring the night, power had been restored because the alarm clock was blinking, but the lack of sunlight made it difficult to tell what time it was. The large man beside me took up most of the oversized bed.
And he was naked.
Jason had thrown the duvet over us last night, so I slipped out from beneath it and yanked on my camisole and panties. The fire had burned out not long ago, and we were still warm. I scooped up the lump of our wet clothes and padded out into the hallway, exploring.
The laundry room wasn’t far away, and I dropped the clothes in the washer. I found the sophisticated thermostat on the wall in the main living area and pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa to serve as my robe when the furnace kicked on.
I fixed myself some breakfast, even though it was still dark outside and could possibly be the middle of the night.
It was simple time-wasting, a way to avoid thinking about what had happened in the bedroom last night, but the thoughts surfaced no matter what I did. When he arose, he’d give me some speech about the colossal mistake we’d made. Then he’d revert to his closed-off self like he always did after we had acted on our desires.
How fast could he go back to pretending not to care about me? Because that was the crux of my problem. I’d spent thepast six years pretty much on my own, and not by choice. My demanding career and unwillingness to let people in made it impossible. So the idea of someone else caring about me, even just my safety, was powerful.
Sleeping with Jason had only added to my confusion about him. It would be so much easier if the sex had been unremarkable and not the best I’d ever had.
