Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gigi
I’m such a sucker for a bad choice.
I tried to resist, I really did, but he barely touched me and it was like my whole body caught fire.
I try to justify, he’s my boss, he very clearly wants this. Not sleeping with him had the potential to be just as dangerous.
But I’m qualifying my choice.
“Strip,” he rumbles against my lips before he pulls his hand away, stepping back.
I cry out, not because I’m shocked or embarrassed but because I want him to keep touching me.
The smile that curves his lips is wicked as he grabs the hem of my T-shirt and pulls the cotton garment over my head. It lands on the floor, even as he unsnaps my bra with one hand, tugging the strap down my arm with his other.
“They’re as fantastic as I thought they’d be,” he rumbles before he grabs me by the ass and pulls me against him again. His head dips down and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arch my back, giving him more access, as sensation rocks through me. I’ve never been lit like this, every touch careening me closer to some fantastic finish.
He pulls away long enough to tug his button-down shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor.
His T-shirt is next, tugged over his head, he whips it away. It doesn’t stop until it hits the wall and then lands on the floor.
I can only stare as his rippling muscles come into view. “When do you have time to work out?”
He only smiles as he hooks his fingers in my leggings, and yanks them down, catching my underwear with them.
I did not get “sex ready.” Thank goodness I shaved my legs this morning, but I only have a second to wonder if I’m pretty enough, when he’s hooked my knee again, his other arm coming around my back. I’m up off the floor and then my back is on the bed before I’ve even had a chance to gasp.
I’m being devoured…
It’s the only word that describes what’s happening, but I’m not sure prey has ever been this willing.
He’s on top of me in a second, the brush of his skin sending shivers all over my body.
He sucks the other nipple in his mouth, making them both pucker into steel peaks before he starts nipping and sucking down my body.
It feels so good that I spread my legs wider, inviting him deeper, practically begging him, as I lift my hips, a clear invitation to do what he promised.
He kisses along my belly, and then over the seam of my hip, until he reaches my mound, and then he buries his face in pubic hair.
I only have a moment to blush before he noses deeper, his tongue flicking out, barely touching my clit.
It’s still enough to have me bucking off the bed, pleasure firing through every nerve. I try to get my heels under my knees so I can lift up, give him even more access, but his hand splays out on my stomach, holding me down as he lightly teases me with the tip of his tongue.
He’s choosing now to ease up and it’s driving me insane. I don’t want to be teased. I want to be devoured.
I start whimpering, my head whipping back and forth. “Please,” I beg, so wound up, I’d do almost anything to fall over the edge.
“Ask again,” he rumbles, his eyes meeting mine, dark and primal as he watches me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Oh, please.”
He goes in deep, two of his fingers filling me even as he presses his tongue hard right on my clit.
It sends me over the edge, and I explode in an orgasm that’s so quick and fierce, every muscle twists into knots.
And then every one of them turns to jelly.
Rush is up in a second, yanking at the belt that holds his pants on his lean hips. He shucks them down his thighs to his knees and then he’s back on top of me. “Sweetheart, I need to be inside you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, languid and completely open to him.
But he pauses, pressed against my entrance. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”
“What?”
“That it’s all right for me to be inside you.”
I blink, my brow furrowing. “You were asking a question?”
He gives me a pained smile. “I do suck at that. So let me try again. Can I please sink inside you? I need?—”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate, pushing his cock in me until he’s buried to the hilt.
I’ve always been tight and I haven’t had sex in a long time, so a little hiss falls from my lips as he bottoms out.
His mouth finds mine, this time soft, as he kisses me, staying buried inside me.
I kiss him back, this moment more than I ever imagined possible. He feels so good, his muscles flexing against me, his body covering mine.
I could spend days, weeks, months under him. His strength, the way he’s filling me, it just feels so right.
I seek out his lips again, just wanting more of his skin on mine, the closeness, the contact. He pushes my mouth open, his tongue plundering mine even as he pulls out and pushes back inside me.
Strong men have always been my thing and the way he dominates every part of me is heaven as he slides my arms above my head, his body pressed to mine. I arch up into him, open as wide as I can be as I slide my legs around his waist.
His fingers lace with mine, our mouths moving together as he pumps into me over and over. His pace ratchets up, until his body loses the art, his heart hammering against my chest. It’s fast and so beautiful.
I invite him deeper, wanting every single bit of him. I want to say that I mean right now, but I think I might mean a lot longer than that.
I can’t think about it though as he roars into my mouth, his body going rigid as he fills me. I kiss him, not wanting it to be over.
His head drops to the pillow next to mine and I rub my cheek against his. He’s still inside me, my arms still above my head, his body pushing mine down into the mattress. “I’ll get up in just a second,” he murmurs into the pillow.
“Don’t get up,” I whisper back in a wince.
Does he regret what we just did? I wish I could tell him that I never want him to get up, that I’m so perfect underneath him like this.
But I settle for something in between. Something that doesn’t put any pressure on him but lets him know where I’m at. “You feel so good.”
“Gigi,” he murmurs and I have a moment to wonder if my name is a warning before he kisses my neck. “So do you.”
All my worries disappear as he trails more kisses behind my ear, letting my hands go, but only to cradle my head as he kisses down my neck again. I sigh out my pleasure, turning to give him more access.
He stiffens inside me, and I let out a soft laugh. That is a compliment.
He laughs too. “Hate to tell you this, but I think I’m going to have to fuck you again.”
“It’s not again if you’re still inside me.”
“Woman,” he growls into my skin, growing completely stiff. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to be raw by the morning. You’ll barely be able to walk.”
“Better not do that,” I trail my hand down his spine, not wanting him to go anywhere. “My boss will be ticked if I can’t keep up tomorrow.”
“Boss jokes?” But he swells inside me. He likes being the boss of me as much as I like his dominance.
“Mm,” I murmur, kissing along his jaw, even as he pulls out and pushes back in. I wince, sore from the sex we just had but not enough to stop.
“Gigi,” he lifts up, looking down at me. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I shake my head, nipping at my lip. “It’s just right.”
“Woman,” he rumbles but then kisses me. “This is supposed to make you feel good.”
Something in those words undoes me. I do feel good. And what’s more, the fact that he said them, that he cares, helps a lot of my fears disappear. “You feel better than I ever imagined possible,” I whisper against his lips. “Please don’t stop.”
Seriously. I’ve never experienced sex like this. The sex with my first boyfriend was awkward and full of apologies. And being with Vigo made me feel like I was in the middle of a war, fighting for my life.
But this…
Rush holds inside me, kissing me over and over, as his hands slide over my skin. I’m melting under him.
My arms and legs wrap around him, wanting as much of my skin on his as possible.
He pulls out and sinks in again, the pain less, but not gone. He lifts up, looking down at me. “You trust me, Gigi?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. This is a man I can follow. No doubt.
He lifts up, his arms sliding down my sides and then he flips me so that I land on my stomach.
I tense because…I’ve got a little experience, and this is not a position that I’ve ever enjoyed.
But even as his cock presses to my entrance, his hand slides under my belly and then down until his fingers sink into my folds.
I cry out, the pressure of my sensitive clit making it so good.
That’s when he sinks into me again.
The tip of his cock hits this spot deep inside me that feels so delicious, I buck, the pleasure threatening to completely undo me.
“You like that, sweetheart? Does my cock feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, clawing at the sheets while he holds inside me. “God, yes.”
He barely moves and sparks ignite inside me. My insides contract, gripping him so tightly, he growls in my ear as I pant into the mattress.
His fingers wind into my hair, pulling and turning my head to the side. Is he afraid I can’t breathe?
I can’t think about it, as he moves again, pressing just a bit deeper.
We’re hardly moving, but inside, I’m on fire, my toes curling as I just try and hang on. I squeeze my eyes shut, making these muttering little pleas as he pulls out and then plunges back in.
That’s all it takes and I totally lose it, the orgasm that rips through me making me see stars as I twist my hands in the blankets, the noises coming out of my mouth unrecognizable even to me.
Rush pulls my hair harder and then slams into me, once, twice, three more times before he roars, cumming deep inside me.
And then he collapses on top of me, both of us out of breath.
My eyes slide closed, my body so perfectly satiated, I think I really might sleep for a week.
He’s still on top of me, his weight only adding to the feeling that the rest of the world has melted away.
“Gigi.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, already drifting off.
His lips find my spine, kissing at the base of my neck. “You should go to the bathroom before you fall asleep.”
I pry my eyes open. “I’m perfectly capable of regulating my own bladder.”
He chuckles, his body sliding to the side. “I know that. But I also know that your body isn’t used to sex currently and that?—”
“Do you have a lot of sex like that?” I’m wide awake again, as jealousy rips through my gut. I try to hold it back, knowing it means nothing but trouble. He hasn’t made me any promises and I’m not sure I even have the right to ask.
“No,” he smiles at me, with a knowing smile, as he brushes my hair back. “That was another level.”
I lay my head back down, but the moment of bliss has passed, the doubts start to creep in.
Trying to get control, I slide out from beside him, and scoot toward the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling insecure about standing up naked in front of him.
I’m a woman who’s had a baby, and I’ve never been the thinnest girl. I start to reach for the extra blanket at the end of the bed, when his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist.
He’s on his side, looking like a Greek statue of a god as his eyes hold mine for a second before he pulls me down, stopping me when my face is an inch from his. Then, he kisses my lips, with a lingering touch that pushes away some of the insecurity.
“You’re gorgeous, love, and the sex was magic. Don’t doubt either.”
My cheeks heat, but pleasure makes me warm. “Thank you.”
He lets my hand go, and then he rolls off the side of the bed, bending down to pick up his clothes. He’s leaving.
I knew he would. This isn’t a relationship. We’re not sleeping in bed together, even if we just had sex.
But he doesn’t pull his shirt on. Instead, he takes the collared shirt and shakes it out, draping the fabric over my shoulders.
“Arms,” he rumbles as he looks at me. I realize I’ve been staring instead of responding.
I thought he was leaving. Instead, I push my arms through his collared shirt and stand, pushing up the sleeves.
Then I start for the bathroom, all the warmth returning. He’s not leaving, and now, I’m wearing his clothes.
He pulls out his briefs, tugging them on. “Wait.”
I turn to look at him, and he grabs the two edges of the shirt, doing up the one button that somehow, is still on the shirt.
I do only have the one bathroom, the door off the living room. My brow furrows as I look up at him.
Why is he dressing me to cross the living room?