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“It’s perfect,” she responded.
With that, I didn’t take my time. With one quick thrust, I entered her from behind, one hand in her hair and the other pressing against her back. She used the grip she had on the counter to leverage against each thrust of mine, so it felt like I was able to go even deeper than ever before.
A hiss escaped my lips as I continued to pump inside her. Our eyes never left each other’s in the mirror and I watched as her eyes glazed over from the pleasure I was giving her.
I was close as I felt my balls start to tighten and my jaw tick from trying to hold off but once I saw her fall open in, her eyes glazing over, I was fucking lost. I pulled tightly on her hair and fucked her, fucked her hard. Without permission, she screamed my name as her hips slammed into mine. I didn’t care because at that moment, when her inner walls constricted around me, an animalistic grunt exploded out of me as I came inside her. It was earthy; everything about our orgasm was, and I couldn’t believe at the moment that every time with Goldie just kept getting better and better. There was never a dull moment between us and never once was I bored. I only craved her more and more each time.
Once we rode out our wave of pleasure, we paused and just stared at each other in the mirror. She was the first to break our gaze as she lowered her head and tried to regain her breath.
I released her hair, pulled the top of her shirt off so she was naked now, and picked her up in my arms. She giggled as I flipped her around so she was straddling my hips and facing me. Her hands graced my cheeks and her lips found mine. Passionately, I kissed her back and pushed her up against the wall, and another bout of arousal started stirring inside of me.
This was how it was with Goldie, she was an addictive woman who’d turned me into a crazed man who wasn’t fully satisfied until I passed out.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter Fifteen
“Do I Wanna Know?”
GOLDIE
Light filtered through my curtains as the morning fell upon me. I was sore, really sore, but the best sore a girl could be, because I’d been fucked last night in all the right ways. I looked around the room and realized, I wasn’t in the Bourbon Room where I’d passed out but instead, I was in my room.
Disappointment greeted me as I realized that even though Jett might have claimed me as his, I was still not allowed to sleep over. Disappointment probably wasn’t the right description, I was more upset. I really thought we’d made a connection last night, but I guess not if he wasn’t even willing to share a bed with me. That was the whole reason why we had a fight: because he couldn’t hold me, cuddle me. Lying in my bed now, naked and alone, I realized we were back to square one.
A lonely tear fell down my cheek as I tried to rein in my emotions. I tried to focus on the way he’d looked me in the eyes with more than just lust last night, how he lit up when I walked into the room, and how he made me repeat throughout the night how he was mine—but given all that, I still wished he was able to put aside his past and move forward with me. It was gut-wrenching to know that he didn’t want to share a bed with me.
I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling; my hand landed on something that was not a pillow.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I lunged back and almost fell out of my bed as I gripped the headboard. A head full of untamed, wild hair popped up and the confused eyes of Jett Colby searched the room as he blinked rapidly from being startled awake.
“Fucking hell,” I said, eyeing him.
His hand grabbed the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, Goldie. What the hell are you doing screaming like that?”
“What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?” I asked, gesturing toward his naked torso.
Dear God, let him be fully naked.
Jett looked down at himself then back up at me with such a panty-melting smile that I was instantly turned on and ready for him.
“I’m pretty sure I was sleeping with you, until you went and started screaming like a banshee.”
“Sleeping with me? When did you start doing that?”
I know I sounded like an idiot, and that I wanted exactly what was happening, but I was so startled I didn’t know how to react.
Lifting off the bed, Jett grabbed my arm and pulled me down so he hovered over me, gently caressing my face.
“Ever since I put this around your neck.” He thumbed my necklace. “This gives me the right to sleep in your bed, to pretty much do whatever I want.”
My insides turned and butterflies floated around in my stomach from his touch. I was falling for the man and it was deadly. In a matter of hours, the man had made me feel more beautiful, needed, and wanted more than anyone had ever in my life.
“Oh,” I responded, still lost in the way he was looking down at me.
He rubbed my cheek and then eyed at me with a questioning eyebrow.
“Were you crying?”
