Page 31 of Spurred On

His cock, inside her, surged.

“Fuck.” He let her leg drop and then hooked his arms around her knees, pulling her higher against him. “Fuck.” He thrust. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

She nearly laughed because it was so cute the way he was explaining what he was doing while he was doing it, but she figured if she laughed, it might throw him off his game. And she didn’t want him thrown off his game . . . because she was nearly there. So she joined in his chant. It proved to be the wise course of action when her fucks, twined with his, urged him on to greater effort.

Like the Little Engine That Could, they chugged their way closer and closer to the top of the hill.

She tumbled first, but only—she suspected—because he was holding back, waiting for her.

It was worth the wait, worth the struggle.

When she began to shiver and shake, when the sparkly lights began to flicker on her closed lids, when she began to lose all control of body and soul, his cock seemed to swell inside her, making each hard thrust more agonizing and delightful still.

And then, she snapped.

It came upon her like a warm summer rain, slow at first, but heart-wrenchingly sweet, but then the wind rose, the waves crashed, the tempest swirled around her. And he was right there with her, there in the center of the storm, staring into her eyes and coming into her and giving her everything he had.

And she remembered the last time they’d been joined like this. She remembered the amazing sense of perfection and well-being and the hope for the future she’d held in her heart.

It was a strange, sweet reminiscence. One that bore no resemblance to . . . whatever this was. But it left her with a sense of peace. Of closure. A vindication, perhaps.

Because she’d had him again.

And she’d survived it.

***

She was gone when he awoke. The bed was empty and cold.

And damn, but it gutted him.

Because he wasn’t near done with her.

Sure, she’d insisted on a one-night stand, but what woman actually wanted a one-night stand? He knew he could seduce her again.

It wouldn’t be the end of them. It couldn’t be.

He wasn’t done with her.