“It’s part of our cover.” I grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifted her until she wrapped her legs around my waist, then pinned her against the mirror mounted to the wall. “And I’m sure as shit going to put it to good use.”
Amelia gasped as the cool glass chilled her spine. I kissed away the goosebumps that peppered her breasts and collarbone. I slanted my mouth over hers and traced her lips with my tongue. Her desperate whimper was my undoing.
I growled into her mouth. “If you make that fucking sound again, I’m not going to be gentle with you.” I braced my arm beneath her ass to hold her up, slid my hand between the junction of her thighs, slipped my fingers beneath her delicate silk thong, and thumbed her clit.
She whimpered.
My blood ratcheted up to a nuclear level of heat at the sound. “What’d I tell you, little fox?”
“I have a good memory. I’m perfectly aware of what you said.” Her grin was Cheshire. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I know I’m in good hands.”
“Fuck,” I grunted as I pivoted off the wall and threw her onto the bed. She landed in the middle of the mattress with a bounce. In the two steps it took to get to her, I had my shirt unbuttoned and discarded. My pants were quick to follow.
I grabbed her ankles, yanked her to the edge of the bed, then flipped her to her stomach without a word. I grabbed her hips and jerked them up, then slowly slid my hand along her spine and pressed her shoulders down to the mattress.
“Just like that, little fox.” I tapped the inside of her thighs. “Knees a little wider for me.” The position opened her pussy. With the latent light dripping through the curtains from the windows that looked over the Strip, I could see just how wet she was.
I trailed my fingertips through her soft cunt. The moment I grazed her clit, she cried out in desperation. I closed my eyes and fisted my cock at the sound.
Our lust was the purest thing about us. Everything else was marred with half-truths and circumstances that were out of our control.
But this—us—this was true when everything else was a lie. Regardless of the circumstances that brought us together, she had given me a purpose. I loved her for it.
I . . . I just loved her.
I didn’t even bother dismissing the thought. I knew I wasn’t bluffing.
I slid two fingers into her tight pussy and closed my eyes, blocking out everything except the way her body responded to my touch—squeezing and demanding more.
“Greedy girl,” I growled as I stroked her inner walls and toyed with her clit, drawing her to the edge.
Amelia smacked the mattress in frustration when I didn’t let her orgasm. “Comeon.”
I chuckled. “Someone’s impatient.”
“Jude,” she cried out as I stretched her with a third finger. “Shove that monster cock inside of me right now, or so help me?—”
I didn’t let her get the rest of the threat out. I dropped my boxers, fisted my cock, and trailed the head up and down her entrance. “So fucking wet.” Without warning, I flipped her onto her back, grabbed her thighs, and hitched them up so I could see her face as I slid my dick into her pussy.
Amelia gasped at the stretch as I pushed inside of her. I dropped one knee onto the mattress to lean forward and grind into her cunt. Her hands went limp as she closed her eyes and arched off the mattress.
The pull and push of my cock inside of her was bliss. Unfettered bliss.
God, when was the last time I had felt this good?
Amelia lifted her hips, trying to meet my thrusts in an erratic rhythm. She reached for my biceps, clawing at my skin as fought me to take more, more, more.
“Hey,” I soothed as I caught her wrists and slammed them into the mattress. “I’m going to make you feel good, little fox. Just let me.” I dropped a kiss to her forehead. “Please.”
Amelia whimpered. “But. . .”
“But nothing.” I kissed beneath her jaw until she was whimpering in delight instead of frustration. “Be a good girl for me. Let me fuck you. I’ll promise I’ll take good care of this pussy.” I nipped at her ear. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Amelia’s eyes went soft and hazy as she meekly admitted, “I want that.”
I pushed against the back of her thigh until her knee hit her chest, opening her up further. She keened at the new sensation as I snapped my hips and drove deeper.
“Eyes on me, Dr. Hawthorne.”
