Page 137 of Vicious Temptation

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

I start laughing, still clinging to him. “I completely forgot it was the Fourth of July.”

He looks back toward the skyline. “Fuck. So did I.”

“With everything going on lately, I barely know what day it is.”

“Apparently, neither do I.”

Another boom rolls across the city, and gold sparks scatter above us, reflecting across the surface of the pool. I’m still watching them when Thiago starts moving again.

The next burst lights up the sky at almost the exact same time he drives into me, pulling a startled gasp from my lips.

He pauses only long enough to look at me and grin.

Gold floods the terrace as another firework opens overhead, and he settles back into the rhythm. His next thrust lands with a deep boom that rolls through the night, so hard I feel it thunder inside my chest.

“Don’t you fucking stop.”

Everything blurs together until all I can register are his hands, the heat of him inside me, and the fireworks shaking the sky. Each blast seems to beat in time with my heart as pleasure builds with every movement. I cling to him, barely aware of anything beyond the way he feels and the flashes of color spilling across his face.

A fresh explosion ripples overhead, and the force of it steals my breath as Thiago drives into me again and again. My body is already too sensitive, every stroke pushing me closer while the fireworks keep bursting in rapid succession.

“Thiago, I’m...fuck.”

He hears the change in my voice and pulls me tighter against him. “That’s it, fera. Come all over my dick. I want to feel you squeeze every inch.”

I bury my face against his neck as the pressure climbs faster, my legs trembling around his waist while another burst lights the terrace and shudders beneath my ribs.

“Oh, fuck.”

My whole body locks around him, each pulse seeming to fall in time with the fireworks booming across the sky. He holds me through it, one arm firm around my waist while his other hand cradles the back of my head. I can hear him saying my name against my temple, but everything else has dissolved into water, color, and the pounding of my heart.

I’m still catching my breath when Thiago’s rhythm falters. His face presses into my throat, and the rough sound he makes against my skin sends a weak aftershock through me.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” he growls. “Keep squeezing me like that.”

I slide one hand into his wet hair and tug his face from my neck until his mouth is inches from mine. “Give it to me.”

His hips jerk against me as he comes, and I feel every shudder that moves through his body.

We stay pressed together on the ledge as the water settles around us and fireworks continue. My breathing slowly evens out, but my heart still pounds so hard that every distant thunder seems to answer it.

Thiago lifts his head and brushes my wet hair away from my face. “You okay?”

I nod, then laugh. “I think I just came to a fireworks show.”

He laughs softly and kisses my temple. “That was one hell of a finale.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I say, tracing my fingers along his jaw.

“Worth it.”

I smile and rest my forehead against his. “Yeah. It was.”

He keeps me close, and I make no move to leave his arms.