Page 178 of The Wright Man

"I want to come on your fingers," I choked.

"Then stop fighting it," he growled, mouth hovering over mine. "Give it to me."

And I did.

I came so hard I lost my name. My body convulsed, my mouth screaming his name, my soul cracking open and letting him in. I was all sensation, no thought, no past, no ghost of anything — just this. Just him. Just me.

He watched me the whole time, like I was art. Like I was his.

He talked me through every pulse of it, his voice low and loving and filthy. Called me beautiful. Told me how proud he was. How perfect I felt. How no one else had ever earned the right to see me like this, because it had always been him.

By the time I could breathe again, I was spent... but he was still kissing me.

Soft and reverent, like he hadn't just unraveled me piece by piece and watched me fall apart in his hands. His lips ghosted over my stomach, my ribs, the soft undercurve of my breast. He kissed the valley between them, then the slope of my shoulder, the bend of my neck, each kiss a quiet vow I didn't know how to name yet.

When he reached my lips again, I let out a breathless laugh into his mouth.

"What?" he murmured.

"I don't think I've ever felt this good in my entire life."

His smile was smug. Downright cocky. I would've rolled my eyes if I wasn't still high off my third orgasm and humming like a tuning fork from the inside out.

"Hmm..." he said, nuzzling my temple. "And we ain't even fucked yet."

I melted further into him, into the quiet. His arms were strong and heavy around me, his voice still gravel-thick with heat. The room was warm and dark and smelled like sex and soap and Maleek. My body was buzzing and spent, my mind blissfully blank.

And then—

BANG BANG BANG.

I jumped so hard I elbowed him in the chest.

"What the fuck—?"

DING DONG.

BANG BANG BANG.

My eyes flew open. "Is that... knocking?!"

Maleek groaned and buried his face in the pillow. "No. No, God, not like this."

Then a familiar voice rang out from somewhere entirely too close.

"MALEEK! I DEMAND PROOF OF LIFE FOR MY SISTER!"

Oh no.

"DON'T MAKE ME CALL TINA!"

My entire body went stiff. "Maleek," I said slowly, voice eerily calm, "Why is Bella here?"

He sighed, not even bothering to lift his head. "I may have called for backup when you were ignoring me earlier."

I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. "And you told them I was here??"

"I said I found you! That's it!" He looked at me finally, sheepish and sexy and completely unapologetic. "I didn't know she was gonna pull up unannounced, Angel. I figured she'd... wait. Or call first. And I had no clue we'd be doing..." His eyes swept down my bare torso, the sheet slipping slightly. He smirked. "This."