Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
DALLAS
“Dallas please…” Audrey said, her words coming out on a low moan.
Sweet hell. She was so fucking gorgeous, so glorious.
Her breasts were round and full, the nipples pink and taut, still damp from my attentions.
Her hair almost matched the dark mahogany of the table.
She was like a meal spread out for me. For a moment, I considered tasting her, but she was too impatient.
She curled her legs around my hips and muttered my name again.
I coated my cock in her juices. She was so wet, the insides of her thighs were damp.
I gripped her hips, dragging her closer to the edge of the table.
“Audrey.”
When I said her name, her eyes opened. She rolled her hips into me when I dragged my cock through her folds once more.
I couldn't wait anymore and positioned myself at her entrance.
In one swift surge, I sank inside, straight to the hilt.
She was so tight, so wet, made for me. She cried out, her channel clenching around me.
I stared down at her. Our eyes locked together.
The feeling of being bare inside of her was so intense, I was at the edge instantly.
Audrey felt so good, wet and pulsing around me.
When I started to move, her hips arched up into every stroke.
The sounds she made nearly made me lose control—soft, breathy pants and moans.
Before I knew it, I was pounding into her, my fingers digging into her hips as I held on tight.
I felt when she began to let go, her sex convulsing around me, her body going taut.
She arched up on a loud cry, murmuring my name.
I followed her over the edge, heat twisting at the base of my spine and then shooting through me as I spent myself inside of her.
I stood there, buried deep inside of her, my head bowed as I tried to catch my breath.
After a moment, I managed to open my eyes.
I didn't want this moment to end, so I leaned over and lifted her up against me, still inside of her.
I carried her upstairs, leaving behind the disarray of our clothes on the floor.
I didn't pull out of her until we were in the bathroom and even then I didn't want to.
I drew back to turn on the hot water and nudged her into the shower, while I dragged my jeans off before joining her.
I woke at some point during the night when my phone buzzed on the night table beside me.
I was accustomed to calls at all hours. My job demanded it.
I lifted my phone reluctantly. Audrey was tangled up beside me, one of her legs thrown over mine, and her head tucked against my shoulder.
I hoped the phone didn't wake her. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was one of the lead detectives on a major investigation, Cole Hanson.
I let it go to voicemail and then pulled up my text screen.
What’s up? Not a great time for a call.
Right. It’s the middle of the night, but you usually answer anyway. We got a solid lead on the trafficking case.
I rolled my head to look at Audrey, sifting my hand through her hair, the silky locks sliding through my fingers. I texted with one thumb.
Keep me posted.
That’s it?
I knew he was puzzled that I wasn’t picking up the phone to call, but I didn’t care to explain.
That’s it. I’ll call tomorrow.
Normally, I would call and want more information, but I couldn't bear to untangle myself from Audrey. It took me a while to fall back asleep, if only because my mind was spinning over Audrey. She’d teased me in the shower that she was going get every inch of me she could.
She seemed to think my limit on sex only was amusing.
I didn't know what to do about it. I wanted far more than sex with her.
She made me want so much, I couldn't help but wonder if I was half crazy to let this go any further. Yet, I knew I couldn’t stop it.
Not now. I finally managed to fall asleep, if only because she was warm and soft against me.