She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
His response was immediate. He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster, harder—and,oh, my God, it was heaven. The hard, silky feel of him. The sweet stretch as he pounded into her. Then he reached down between her legs to stroke her clit—and Sasha was lost.
She called out his name again and again, beyond thought, the ache inside her drawing itself into a tight, shimmering knot, the pleasure carrying her higher and higher… until it exploded. She cried out as climax blazed through her, a firestorm of ecstasy.
But Darius wasn’t far behind her. He drove into her, hard and fast, letting himself go at last. He came with her name on his lips, finishing with a few deep thrusts, his body shaking apart as orgasm claimed him. “Sasha.”
He collapsed onto the bed beside her, breathing hard.
She took his hand. “You… are…incredible.”
Darius kissedthe top of Sasha’s head, rested his cheek against her hair, one hand lazily fondling her breast. “Comfortable?”
“Yeah. You?”
“I’m good.” He was—mostly. Yes, his chest was sore, but he wanted Sasha in his arms. The discomfort was worth it.
Figuring out how to hold Sasha in the post-orgasmic glow hadn’t been easy. They’d tried lying on their sides facing each other, but that had been too painful for her even with his help. It hadn’t been that comfortable for him, either. So, while she’d gone into the bathroom, he’d come up with a plan.
Darius now sat on Sasha’s bed in his boxers, his back resting against a stack of pillows, while Sasha, now wearing only her bathrobe, sat between his thighs, her back against his chest.
This was new territory for him. He’d mostly given up dating apps, but back when Friday night had been swipe night, he’d rarely stayed long after sex. For some reason, sitting and talking with a woman he’d just fucked felt much more awkward and intimate than having sex with her, the rush of orgasm fading into sharp loneliness.
But Sasha was different.Hewas different. He felt none of the emptiness he was accustomed to after sex. Instead, he felt only … contentment.
“Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?”
Darius couldn’t help but feel gratified. “That’s my secret.”
“Oh, come on!”
Darius chuckled. “I read a lot of sex-ed books in high school—not the typical stuff, but more adult books. My teenage self believed that the secret to holding onto a woman was knowing how to make her come.”
“What a smart boy you were. I mean, you weren’t wrong. What I cannot understand is why a man with your good looks and specialtalentsis single.”
“Being a detective means working long hours—late nights, weekends, holidays. I lost a couple of girlfriends because they weren’t comfortable with that.”
There’s more to it than that, and you know it.
“But that’s just the nature of your job. Mine involves lots of travel. Yours involves working hard to catch bad guys.”
He loved that she saw it so simply. “I guess they didn’t think I was really home when I came home. They said I wasn’t emotionally available—and they weren’t wrong.”
Why he’d shared that, he couldn’t say.
“Is that because of what happened?”
“Becca’s murder? Yeah. Probably.”
“Becca was her name?”
“Rebecca.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke, and Darius was sure that Sasha was trying to decide whether she should ask him more about it. It wasn’t something he talked about freely. He’d never told anyone, outside of job interviews, not even his ex-girlfriends. But some part of him wanted Sasha to know.
“I met Becca my first year at college. I was studying bio-chem, and she took biology as a science requirement. She had trouble with it, so I helped her.”
“Of course, you did.”
