Page 40 of Hot Nights in Morocco
“What’s going on, Charlie?”
I don’t answer, so he yanks the sheet away and lies down next to me. He’s still shirtless, his bare skin searing into mine. The top button of his jeans is pressing into the small of my back.
“Talk to me, Books.”
“It’s nothing,” I mutter into the pillow. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“I pushed you too far.”
“I’m not some naive little virgin!” I whip back around, bristling with indignation. “Don’t go thinking you’ve found a chink in my armor, Jake Dalton.”
“Then quit shutting me out. It’s starting to piss me off.” His eyes flicker over my face, seeking out my truth again. My ever-changing moods are putting him on edge.Join the club.I’m not one-dimensional, not like the women he’s used to having in his bed. Oh no, I’m way more interesting than that.
I watch his gaze dip to my naked breasts. I know he’s still hard for me. I can feel his erection pushing against my thigh.
“Should I go?” He inclines his head toward the door.
There’s a pause. “I’d rather you made good on your message.”
“Would you, now?” That gleam re-emerges like a ray of light. “You don’t get to boss me around, Books. That’s my job.”
“Yes or no?” I prop myself up on my elbow. “It’s a simple enough question.”
He curses and sprawls out on his back, his large frame taking up most of the mattress. “How many times, Charlie?Youplusmedoesn’t equal simple. You’re some dark-haired, blue-eyed enigma that my HR department has sent to totally fuck me up.”
“You talk too much.” Leaning over, I press my lips to his jawbone, breathing in his vitality and relishing the contrast between soft skin and coarse stubble.
His mouth curves beneath my lips. And just like that, I’m being pinned to the bed by his body. But there’s temperance to his touch now. He’s holding himself back.
“Don’t,” I whisper. I want him to lose his cool. I want my body to push him over the edge as his does mine. “Just leave out the threats about punishment, okay?”
He nods, and I watch his expression heating up all over again. He lets go of me and rocks back on his heels. “Turn over.”
I scramble to do as he says, knees and palms to the mattress, ass bared to him, inhibitions left on the floor by my negligee. I hear the sound of his zipper once more as he releases himself from his jeans. A delicious shiver hits my spine, and I brace myself for what’s coming.
“Is this what you want?” he says harshly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Yes!” I need to feel him inside me. I need to have that release.
Instead of complying, he leans over me, bringing his face level with mine, a dark-eyed devil so gleeful in his triumph. “Looks like I brought you to your knees first, Charlie,” he whispers. A split second later, he’s driving all the way into me.
“Shit!”
There’s a delicious bite to my core. Still, I need to feel more of him, so I drop my hips and he slides in even deeper.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says with a groan. “Exactly how I remembered.”
He starts to thrust and I’m jolted forward, over and over. At the same time, his fingers move between my legs to massage my clit, and shocks of electricity follow. My palms slide across the sheet as my orgasm comes out of nowhere, ripping through my body like a destructive twister, making me scream out from the sheer relief of it. A few moments later, I can feel him coming just as violently.
Afterward, he folds his body over mine, resting the warmth of his forehead against the nape of my neck. Our labored breathing slows in unison. He’s still hard inside me. Completing me.
I never want to let him go.
“You made me lose control.” His mild reproach laces the skin between my shoulder blades. He pulls out and I flop down on my front, exhausted. He follows me down and tucks his right leg over mine. “I wish we were back in Ourika. Nothing seemed to touch us there.”
He’s alluding to something, I can tell, but I’m too shattered to figure it out.
“Me, too.” I sigh, drifting in and out of consciousness.
