The couch leather creaks, the sound of the building’s HVAC system fades away and it’s just us. Hot against each other, breathing hard and I haven’t even started.
A little whimper leaves her throat as soon as I breach her. Fuck. Oh fuck. “You’re drenched.”
There is no way she can talk, her face buried against my neck, gasping for air, her nails digging into my shoulders, liquid heat flooding her center as she clenches around me.
“That’s my girl, taking me deep.” I rock back and pin her down, thrusting half way in.
“Ah! Yessss. Yes.” Her knees open wider, thighs cradling me as I thrust deeper. Pinning her harder. Giving her my full weight.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I choke, my voice raw, my heart bursting at the seams with emotions I’ve been trying to bury since I walked in that door.
The animal in me roars and our lovemaking goes off the rails. Just like it did before. Something animalistic in me matching the wild creature inside of her.
This is us.
I fuck her right up the couch until I have to drag her down by her thighs and start all over again. Never looking away. My slamming thrusts, jolting her below me, my big body taking up all the space, all the air.
“Oh my god, yes. Right—” Her voice cuts out as my mouth finds her ear, her pussy clenching around me.
“Feelme?”
“Oh. Oh. Oh. God.”
“Mine, forever.” I tell her, dragging her wrists above her head, holding her spread below me because she gives in so fucking sweet. Her body soft and hot below me, taking all of me. The roughest, rawest side of me and never looking away.
“I love you,” she whispers, eyes damp with lust, lips wet and swollen from my kiss.
A band snaps inside of me, my entire body going electric. Circuits cut out in my mind, but my body moves on instinct, dragging her up into my arms, holding her tight.
Loving the way her thighs wrap around my waist and her perky, whisker-abraded tits press against my chest. The jeans I’m still wearing are hung on my thighs. We’re both winded, slick, sweating, and hearts pounding against each other.
The orgasm tears me in half. Shouting into her neck, my vision is assaulted by hot tears.
CHAPTER 32
Well, it’s kind of weird facing Ryker’s team after what we just did and did LOUDLY in his office.
But the only expression they are wearing is concern.
Maybe they’re concerned Ryker mauled me. The color of my skin might be called fuchsia.
I am abraded, my skin bright pink.
The curve of my lips are a little too full. There’s no hairbrushes in the building, I discovered.
So all in all, I look pretty satisfied.
And that’s not even counting the happy tears or the fact that my feet haven’t touched the floor in the last half-hour.
“We’re getting married,” Ryker announces, dragging me into the debriefing the next morning.
“Oh mywhat are you doing?” I half-wheeze. “That was kind of abrupt, sweetheart.”
He crushes me to his side. “Can’t keep that inside.”
With a shake of my head, I smile. The team erupts into congratulations, whistles, and a few disbelieving laughs.
He guides me to the chair next to the one he usually occupies, kisses the crown of my head as he scoots my chair in. June takes up her spot by my feet, under the table.
