CHAPTER FOUR #3
She slid her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit, and I felt her tighten around me immediately.
"That's it," I groaned. "Fuck, you're so tight. So perfect. Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing beneath mine, her pussy clenching around my cock so hard I saw stars. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, and when I came it was explosive—my entire body tensing as I emptied myself inside her.
"Karrie," I groaned her name like a prayer, my hips jerking as I filled her.
We collapsed together, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she was draped across my chest.
"That was..." she started, then laughed. "I don't even have words."
"Good." I kissed the top of her head. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
We lay tangled together for a while, catching our breath, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. The city lights cast shadows across her skin, and I couldn't stop touching her—her shoulder, her hip, the curve of her waist.
"Tell me something," she said softly. "Why me? You could have anyone."
"Because you're brilliant," I said simply. "Because you're strong. Because you walked into that conference room today and destroyed a man without raising your voice, and it was the most attractive thing I've ever seen."
She laughed. "That's what did it for you? My revenge?"
"That's what confirmed it." I tilted her chin up so I could see her face. "But I've wanted you since long before today. I've just been waiting for you to be free."
"I wasted so much time with him," she said quietly.
"No." I kissed her forehead. "You built a life. You had your children. You learned what you don't want. That's not wasted time."
"You're very wise for a ruthless CEO."
"I contain multitudes." I rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs again. "And right now, I want to show you exactly how much I've been thinking about you."
I kissed my way down her body—her neck, her breasts, her stomach—until I was between her legs again. She was still wet, still sensitive, and when I licked her she gasped.
"Summit, I can't—"
"Yes, you can." I looked up at her, my eyes holding hers. "I told you I could do this for hours. Let me prove it."
I worked her with my tongue until she was writhing beneath me, until she was begging, until she came again with my name on her lips. Then I moved up her body and slid inside her again, fucking her slow and deep until we both came together, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization.
Afterward, we lay in the tangled sheets, her head on my chest, my arms around her.
"Stay tonight," I said. It wasn't a question.
"I should get home to the kids—"
"Call your sitter. Tell her you'll be home in the morning." I tightened my arms around her. "I'm not ready to let you go yet."
She was quiet for a moment, then reached for her phone. I listened as she made the call, arranging for the sitter to stay overnight, and felt a surge of satisfaction.
She was choosing me. Choosing this.
When she hung up, she settled back against me. "I've never done this before. Stayed the night with someone other than Bart."
"Good." I kissed her temple. "I want all your firsts from now on."
She laughed softly. "Possessive much?"
"Absolutely." I rolled her onto her back and looked down at her. "I don't share, Karrie. If you're going to be with me, you're with me. No games. No uncertainty. Just us."
"I like the sound of that." She reached up and cupped my face. "I like you, Summit Wilder."
"I like you too, Karrie Parsters-Hillson." I kissed her softly. "Soon to be just Parsters again."
"Soon to be free," she agreed.
We made love again—slower this time, tender and intimate, learning each other's bodies in the quiet darkness. And when we finally fell asleep, tangled together in my bed, I felt something I hadn't felt in years:
Contentment.
She was mine now. And I was going to make damn sure she never regretted choosing me.
I woke before dawn with Karrie still in my arms, her hair spread across my pillow, her body warm and soft against mine.
She was beautiful in sleep—peaceful in a way I'd never seen her before. No armor. No strategy. Just Karrie.
I wanted to give her everything. Wanted to protect her, worship her, make her life so good she'd forget Barthalomew Hillson had ever existed.
She stirred, her eyes opening slowly, and smiled when she saw me watching her.
"Morning," she murmured.
"Morning." I kissed her softly. "How do you feel?"
"Sore." She laughed. "In the best way."
"Good." I pulled her closer. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
"Insatiable," she teased.
"For you? Absolutely." I rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs. "I told you I'd give you everything. I meant it."
I made love to her in the early morning light, slow and thorough, until she was gasping my name and clinging to me. And when we finally got out of bed, I made her breakfast and watched her move through my kitchen like she belonged there.
Because she did.
She belonged with me.
And I was going to spend every day proving it to her.