Chapter 8 Shock Waves of Pleasure #3
He rocked back, almost severing our connection, then surged forward. In and out, he maintained a steady pace. Sliding a hand behind my knee, he pushed my leg toward my head, opening me farther as he hit the end of me with the next powerful snap of his hips.
We groaned together, oblivious to anything except our combined pleasure.
“You need to come, Sunshine.” His thumb found my clit between us, rubbing tight circles while his thrusts became stronger. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Sweat dripped off his forehead as he pounded into me over and over again, never slowing, never relenting. There was no warning before a thunderous orgasm rocked me to the core. My walls spasmed mercilessly around his length, trying to drag him over the edge with me.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted.
His rhythm became erratic. He slammed into me once, twice, then planted himself to the root on the third.
The feel of his cock twitching inside me set off tiny orgasmic shock waves of pleasure.
They made my head spin, though my racing heart might have been a contributing factor as well.
It beat so fast there was surely a lack of oxygen to my brain.
I couldn’t help the whimper when Duncan withdrew from my body. He froze above me, raising a brow.
“Sore?”
“A little.”
“I’ll make sure you're ready for me next time.” He bent, kissing the end of my nose. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
My eyelids drooped as I listened to his bare feet slap against the floor.
Next, I heard the click of a light switch being turned on in the en suite bathroom, then the sound of running water.
I must’ve drifted off for a second because the next thing I knew, the mattress dipped.
I flinched, eyes flying wide, when a warm washcloth was pressed to my center.
“Wha––”
“Easy.”
Heat crawled up my neck to my cheeks. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Hush. It’s time to let someone take care of you for a change.”
“You’re still bossy.”
“That’ll never change, especially when it comes to your comfort or safety.”
Lowering my voice, I whispered, “I kinda love that about you.”
“Kinda love?”
Bending over, he grazed my nipple with his teeth. I hissed, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. Knowing Duncan, he wouldn’t stop until he got the answer he was looking for. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop, but he deserved to hear how I felt.
“Not kinda,” I confessed. “I all the way love you.”
“You’re too sore for round two, so I’ll just have to hold you all night.”
“Such a hardship.”
He snorted a laugh, then got up to toss the washcloth in the hamper.
With the light from the bathroom, I was able to thoroughly appreciate his retreating form.
Every inch of him was a chiseled work of art.
Thick, muscular thighs. A tight behind that didn’t jiggle when he walked.
My gaze drifted up the length of his body, then zeroed in on one area.
“Oh my God,” I shrieked, flying out of bed, making it to him in only a few steps. My fingers hovered over the marred flesh on his back, desperately wanting to touch him, yet afraid to cause him pain. “How did this happen?”
“It doesn’t hurt. Not any more.” He turned and took my hand, leading me back across the room. “I want you in my arms when I tell you.”
True to his word, he didn’t say anything else until we were settled under the covers, with him on his back and me curled into his side with my head resting over his heart.
“After the accident, I woke up to find you unconscious. You were bleeding and I knew we needed help fast. I climbed through the broken windshield and made it about ten steps when the front of the car caught fire. There wasn’t time to do anything except get you out.
I kicked out the remainder of the glass in the windshield, then eased you out of your seat belt.
You didn’t make a sound. Not a groan of pain, not a whimper.
If I hadn’t been able to feel your breath against my neck, I would’ve thought… ”
“Duncan.”
Scrubbing his hand down his face, he continued, “Anyway, I got us away from the car, but then there was an explosion. That’s where the burns came from.”
“You got hurt saving me.”
“I’m the one who put us in danger, Sloane.”
We’d have to agree to disagree. His job put us in danger.
The people he worked for put us in danger.
Duncan saved me, and not just in the accident.
He came into my life at a time when I was questioning my purpose and he gave me hope.
That’s why I knew he’d come back to me. The universe wouldn’t be that cruel.
“What happened after the explosion?”
“Up until yesterday, I would’ve said I didn't have a clue.”
“But you do now?”
“When Waverly was going through my medical reports, something she found triggered the memory of being shot. That’s why you found the team and I sparring in the gym.”
“Do you guys do that often? Beat the crap out of each other?”
“Being in the ring helps me focus. I needed it after finding out I’d been shot.” He moved my hand from the middle of his chest to a place a few inches below his heart.
I pushed against the mattress with my other arm, half sitting up. “Do you know who it was?”
“So vicious,” he teased, threading our fingers together. “I couldn’t see their face in my memory, however my suspect list is fairly short.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We aren’t doing anything. My team and I will handle it. The only thing I need is for you to be more cautious when I’m not here. Lock the doors, don’t go anywhere alone, and keep your phone with you at all times.”
“Okay.”
“Good. Now we should get some sleep. I want to talk to you tomorrow about an idea I had for the twins' birthday present.”
“About that…”