Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
COCKY SASS
GOLDIE
Did that just happen? Earth-shattering. I’m a bit shaken by it. The way his eyes worship me, his hands know exactly where to go, the way his body feels pressed against mine, his mouth finding mine like he wants every part of us connected.
Every inch of his body is fine-tuned. His chest is a wall, not too hard that he’s all edges, but toned with precision. The ripples his abs made when he was over me…the vee, oh, the vee that leads to heaven…
His whole body is my weakness.
I blow out a long breath and stretch against his sheets, while he goes into the bathroom.
I smile when he walks back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth and carefully cleans me up. Erin would be proud.
But he makes it feel a little too good and I tug him back down for a kiss, which leads to him flipping me so I’m on top.
“Best view I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice raspy.
His hands cup my breasts and the way he stares up at me makes me feel both sexy and powerful.
He’s so beautiful it hurts. I roll my hips, slowly at first, teasing, and we both groan.
He hands me a condom and I slide it on. Things escalate in a hurry.
I throw my head back, my hair falling against him, my palms flat on his chest. His abs tense under my fingers.
“Goldie…” His lids are heavy as he watches me.
I move faster, feeling him hit deep. We take a shuddering breath together. His hands move down my stomach and between my legs, where he rubs tiny circles over my bundle of nerves. I’ve never been with a man who finds it so fast.
My body aches for him, even as he’s inside me, this need to consume him.
I move faster and so does he, his eyes intent on mine.
The city lights coming through his window cast a glow over his face, and he looks like sin that I want to partake in all night long.
Desire pounds in my blood as I rock over him faster.
His fingers don’t stop and when I start coming, he drives up into me harder, faster.
My eyes roll back and he makes a desperate sound as he comes with me.
When we finally slow, I lean forward, and our mouths meet again, kissing like we can’t get enough. When we do break apart, we’re breathless and slick with sweat. He takes care of the condom and shifts, that smirk tugging at his mouth.
“How about a bath?” he asks. “I never use it, but it sounds nice right now.”
“I love that idea.”
He sits up and sweeps me into his arms as he stands.
I kiss his throat and neck as he carries me into the bathroom.
He sets me gently on the countertop and starts the water.
The room fills with steam and he comes back to set me in the water.
I sink into the water and sigh, already soothed in the raw places.
I’ve never felt ravaged before, and by someone as big as him, and good God, it’s intoxicating.
We face each other, the hot water lapping around us. His fingers find mine under the water, our fingers lacing together. We sit there, looking at each other, our smiles soft.
“So, the night we met, did you see us ending up here?” I ask.
He lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles. “It’s what I wanted, yes. Wasn’t sure I’d ever get you here, though, since everything I do seems to piss you off.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Not everything.”
He grins and puts his hands on my backside, scooting me closer. “I know that now.”
“Was it how you imagined?”
“You’re too far.” He lifts me until I’m straddling him, and water sloshes over the sides.
His hands grip my hips and he’s already hard.
“Better than I imagined,” he says. “The sounds you make when you’re close…I’m going to replay that over and over again.”
I lean my forehead against his and slide my hands in his hair.
“The way you ride me like you were made for it,” he whispers.
I grind against him and our breath hitches.
“The way you hit every spot I need you to and some I didn’t even know about,” I say, giving him a soft kiss.
“Yeah?” He brushes my hair back and kisses down my neck.
His mouth latches onto my breast and he tugs my nipple between his teeth.
My hips roll over him and I gasp with how good he feels.
“How do I already want you again?” I tug his hair and he looks up at me, his eyes glazed. “I’m on birth control…”
“Sink onto me,” he says.
I lift, and he positions himself just right. I slide down slowly.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
It’s even better like this. I’m already pulsing around him. We both groan.
“Is this okay?” His hands come up to my cheeks and he lowers his head slightly to meet my eyes.
I exhale shakily. “I don’t…I haven’t…done this.”
“Me either,” he says.
“I’m a fan,” I whisper, eyes wide.
He leans closer and smiles against my lips. “Me too. Big, big fan.”
His eyes squeeze shut when I clench around him again. I feel him swell inside and I whimper. His hands move to my hips, and when he opens his eyes, they’re hungry.
“Goldie…you are torturing me…in the best way,” he rasps.
I lift up and then slowly sink back onto him, and the need for more builds with every pass. We start a merciless rhythm, his hands slamming me down faster and faster. It’s hitting all the right places, and I begin to shake.
“That’s it. God, you’re so beautiful.” His movements get erratic, but he doesn’t stop until we’re both flying, time standing still as we crest into oblivion.
All night long, we wake each other up wanting more.
I wake up with his mouth between my legs, and I eventually pull him up, desperate to have him.
We’re hurried and frantic, and it’s so hot I can’t believe this is even happening to me.
Later, when he’s hard against my backside, I think he wakes up when I arch against him.
He slides inside, his hands cupping my breasts and roaming down my body, and it’s slow and sleepy and so sweet.
Our bodies keep finding each other in the dark, hungry for another taste, another touch.
We barely sleep, a tangle of limbs and sheets, even though we get up to change them once during the night.
The morning light shines through the windows when I open my eyes again. Milo is looking at me.
“I’ve never had a night like that,” he says quietly.
“Me either.”
He traces a finger over my chest and trails it up to my lips, where I kiss it.
“I think I’ve discovered something very interesting,” he says, his mouth quirking up.
“What?”
“Well, I’m not certain it’s true, but at least for the night…I think I fucked the sass right out of you.”
I roll to my back and cackle, then take my pillow and wallop him over the head with it. He laughs and his hands are grabby.
“Come here, let me test it,” he says.
“Don’t get your hopes up, buddy. The sass is still intact. And it seems I did not fuck the cocky out of you.”
He pretends to pout, but we’re both still laughing too hard for that to stick. I let him pull me on top of him and burrow my face into his neck.
He squeezes my backside and whispers in my ear, “I love all your sass, Goldie Whitman. And I don’t think you can ever fuck the cocky out of me. It enjoys being inside you way too much.”
He rubs me against him to prove his point.
“See what I mean?”
“Cocky, not cock.”
“Same difference,” he says.
“I beg to differ.”