I gripped her hips, giving her everything. I was relentless. My cock stretched her, filled her, hit that spot that made her eyes roll back.
The sound of our bodies, skin slapping, her soaked pussy sucking me back in every time I pulled out, it was obscene and fucking perfect. I couldn’t stop groaning. Couldn’t stop kissing her, staking my claim.
“Jesus, Katie,” I growled into her throat, “you feel so fucking good…I’ve thought about this every single night.”
She was panting, breathless beneath me. Clinging to my shoulders like she couldn’t take it, but didn’t want me to stop.
“Say it,” I demanded, dragging my cock almost all the way out, holding it there until her nails bit into my back. “Tell me how much you missed it.”
“I missed it,” she gasped. “Missedyou. I need you.”
Christ. She didn’t know. She didn’t know I’d been walking around for weeks half-alive without her. That every kiss, every thrust right now was me begging her to stay, to never make me go without her again.
I slammed back into her, making her sob out a moan.
“Good girl,” I grunted.
She was so close. I could feel it the way her pussy clenched tighter around me, how her thighs trembled. I reached down, found her clit with my thumb, and rubbed circles, fast and filthy.
“Come again for me, baby,” I panted. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
And fuck, she did.
She came hard, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open on a silent scream as she shattered beneath me. Her whole body tensed, pulsing around me so tight I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I cursed, shoved in deep, and came inside her with a low, ragged groan. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled her until it spilled out around my cock.
I collapsed over her, still deep inside her, both of us slick with sweat, her pussy still fluttering around me like she didn’t want to let me go.
I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in, my chest heaving against hers. “Holy fuck,” I rasped, brushing my mouth over hers. “We’re not even close to done, Katie. Not tonight. Not after all this time without you.”
Her lips curved against mine, but I could still feel her heartbeat pounding under my palm. Mine was the same. Like we’d both just remembered how dangerous it was to want someone this much.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jordan
She was still asleepwhen I got back from grabbing us both coffee. She was sprawled across the bed, hair tangled, my T-shirt falling off one shoulder, drooling on the pillow with one leg kicked out from under the sheets like she owned the whole place.
She could have the whole damn world if she wanted it. She already had me. Every stupid, reckless piece of me, and last night was…yeah, it was everything and more.
I leaned on the doorframe and just looked at her for a second, my heart doing something completely fucking stupid in my chest.
God, I’d missed her. Even her snoring. Not that she’d ever admit to it.
We’d agreed today was a rest day. No training, no media, just the two of us. I’d even lined up lunch with Chris and Maggie, partly because I figured it’d be good for Kate to spend time with someone normal from my world…and partly because I needed to prove to myself I could go more than five minutes without putting my hands all over her.
Spoiler: I didn’t last. Not even close. She opened her eyes, smiled that sleepy smile, and the first thing out of her mouth was that she wanted me again. So much for personal restraint.
Later she rested against me in the cab, her perfume curling around my head, her laugh spilling out as she scrolled through something on her phone. God, I’d missed that sound.
“So,” she said, glancing up at me, eyes all sly. “Any autographs on boobs while I was gone?”
I barked a laugh. “What kind of question is that?”
“A fair one,” she shot back, her lips twitching. “I saw the models in the sponsor photos.”
I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “Yeah, loads. Big ones, small ones. But none that compared to yours,” I teased.
