When I reached her face near the headboard, I pressed my mouth to hers and then apologized. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you I swear…” In one swift motion, my hand slipped around her back and pulled her down the bed. “But it’s been a long time and I need you hard and fast.”
Naturally matching my intensity, she acquiesced. “Yes.” Her hips rolled into mine and I quickly resolved a most urgent issue. Her robe had fallen between her legs, and dammit, that was where I wanted to be.
Untying the belt, I unwrapped her like the gift she was. And when I got to her center, I found her soaked. My desire surged. “Mmmm,” I hummed and kissed up her neck, reveling in the feel of her skin on my lips and her wetness on my fingertips. “So fucking hot.”
A curse tumbled off her lips as I slid her clit between my index and middle fingers. She wasn’t there yet. That would take a bit more effort, but she was ready and I couldn’t bear waiting any longer to be buried deep inside her.
And fuck me, she didn’t wait for me to make the first move. Wiggling ever so slightly with an arm around my neck, she shimmied herself down until I sank inside her with an agonizing control. Her head fell back as she quietly moaned her satisfaction.
My moan was not so quiet, but ask me if I gave the first fuck. The lobby. The other rooms. Hell, the restaurant down the street. They were welcome to listen if they wanted because if there was a man who could hold it in when the love of his life rode him from the bottom straight out the gate—well, I was not him.
My fist pressed into the bed for leverage, and what began as me meeting her thrust for thrust quickly became me pounding into her, swearing obscenities for all of the Greater Charlotte Area to enjoy.
Mouths parted and panting, just off center from one another. Our bodies rolling together in a perfect storm. Crashing and colliding. Intensity ebbing and flowing. The allusive crest only for the peak to wash away. With one last thrust, from whom I wasn’t sure, we crashed into each other, shaking and sweating, and our releases tore through us. Her first, by only a second, her tight core milking the release from my body.
For one amplified minute of complete silence, I couldn’t tell you my name.
My cock throbbed. My heart slowed. And the only thing that mattered was the quaking woman in my arms.
Her head rolled to the side as if it didn’t contain a spine and her eyes glazed over, lost in a euphoric drug we’d shared.
Finally when I found my voice again, I stared down at her—still seated inside. “Are you okay?”
“If you want me to do that again tonight, you’ll have to gimme some of whatever’s in that bag.”
Yep. That was my girl with her grumbly tummy. The nostalgia made me smile.
As if a puppet master pulled a string, her face flipped back toward me. “What kind of sandwich did you get?”
“A club with bacon on the side,” I answered, my smirk purposefully unhidden.
“Just the way I like it,” she muttered.
“Technically, just the way I like it. You always pick the lettuce off and then eat all my bacon. But it’s always been fun to watch you try to be sneaky about it.”
A sexy, lazy grin bent half her mouth. “Well, I’m not going to be sneaky tonight. You’re officially down to half a club sandwich now.”
“But…” I pretended to argue. She could have my extra kidney if she wanted it.
Then the clever vixen interrupted with, “Just put it on my tab.”
Remi
He was still beautifully naked and sound asleep when I snuck out from under his arm. My body was sore, my lips bruised, my lids heavy with exhaustion. But my chest didn’t feel like a hollow pit of nothingness anymore.
Truthfully, when I’d decided to knock on his door, I’d expected to wake up the next day riddled with regrets. Yet as I stole one last glance of him before tiptoeing out of his room, I had zero.
Leaving him to go listen to the real estate version of a televangelist trying to sell his seven-figure guarantee program seriously sucked, but being with Bowen, feeling him and sleeping in the security of his arms again, was the best decision I could have made. Well, that and ordering an extra shot of espresso in my coffee that morning.
It would be a long day. In the watched-pot-never-boils way, it was going to be even longer knowing he would be waiting for me at the end of it. I couldn’t count the times I looked at the clock. Memories of his hands roaming my body, his mouth worshipping mine, and his thick length driving inside me taunted me with every tick of the second hand.
