I’m not going to last. Not with her looking like this. Not with her sounding like this.
I slide my thumb between us and rub slow circles exactly where she needs me. Her rhythm stutters. Her mouth drops open.
“Oh god. Oh god, don’t stop.”
I press a little firmer, keep my hips driving up into her. “Let me see you come for me.”
Her mouth drops open, and her pussy starts to flutter. Then she shatters.
Her whole body pulls tight, and she cries out my name, loud and unashamed, gripping me so hard she drags me right over the edge with her. My climax hits like a wall of heat. I groan, my hips pressing up hard, my hands locking her against me while pleasure rolls through me in long, pounding beats. She’s still going, still shuddering, and I keep working my thumb againsther, keep rocking into her, drawing it out, wringing every last tremor from her body until she whimpers.
Then she slumps over me, boneless, her face landing in the curve of my neck. She’s panting hard.
We lie there, both of us breathing like we sprinted the length of the island. Her heart is going wild against my chest. Or maybe that’s mine. At this point they might as well be the same thing.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her in close, and she makes a sleepy, satisfied hum against my throat that I feel all the way down to my toes. She’s warm and soft and heavy on top of me in the best possible way. She smells like her shampoo and like sex and like me, and my dragon stretches out inside my chest, so smug I can hardly stand him.
She feels amazing. There’s no other word for it. She feels like something I didn’t know was missing.
“I’m staying over,” I tell her. “I want to wake up with you.”
Carla lifts her head just enough to look at me. Her makeup is smudged, her hair is a disaster, and her eyes are heavy-lidded and glowing. She looks thoroughly, completely sated, and I did that. Me.
“You’d better not leave.” She pokes me in the ribs with one finger. “I want more of this in the morning. I’m just too tired right now.”
I laugh, and it shakes her where she’s draped over me. She grumbles about it and tucks herself back under my chin. I run my hand up and down her spine, tracing the line of it.
“From now on we are going to talk about our feelings,” I say. “You and me. No more assuming. No more guessing what the other one is thinking and getting it catastrophically wrong. We’re not holding back. Not ever again.”
“Yes.” She nods against my neck. “And we’re not listening to other people, because they all had it wrong.”
I laugh. “Yes, they did. It’s you and me, and that’s it. No more bullshit.”
“No more bullshit.” She leans up and kisses me, soft and slow. “Just you and me.” She kisses me again. “I like that.”
“I love that.” I hug her closer, loving how she feels against me, all warm skin and loose limbs and trust.
“Now you need to tell me about your stalker ways.” She frowns at me, and she looks so fucking adorable doing it that I forget what she’s asking me for a second. My brain has apparently relocated somewhere south of useful.
“What stalker ways?” I ask when it finally catches up.
“How did you find my apartment?”
Oh fuck.
She grins, wide and wicked. “Just for the record, I like that you stalked me.”
I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t stalking. I used the Security Central database. We needed to talk.”
She laughs, and it’s gorgeous. Bright and unguarded, her nose scrunching, her shoulders shaking against me. Holy shit. I’m in trouble here. I am in so much trouble, and I could not care less.
“And then you waited for me to get back from the wedding?” she asks. “Somewhere in the shadows. Waiting and watching.”
“You’re making it sound creepy. It was not creepy. But yeah…”
She laughs her ass off, and I grin.
“I hoped and prayed you wouldn’t invite that asshole up. I had to work hard not to kill him.”
