Chapter 43 – Mindy #3
And fall apart, I do. With my muscles seizing up and his name on my lips, I fall into the abyss of an orgasm that is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life. The edges of my vision blur, and my ears cease to function, as if I’m in some kind of void.
I can see his lips moving, can feel his hips rocking steadily into me as he fucks me through it, but I have no idea what he’s saying. Then, suddenly everything whooshes back into existence, like all my senses are supersonic and in full Technicolor.
“So good for me, sweetheart. You came like my good girl, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant out, wrenching my hands loose and burying them in his messy hair. I slam my lips into his, and he cradles my face in one palm, feeding on me as I do the same with him.
The kiss is delicious and satiating, our tongues tangling together as he strokes my cheek with the most tender sweeps of his thumb.
And all the while, our bodies continue to move together. When he finally breaks the kiss, he looks down at me in something akin to awe.
“You are always stunning, Mindy, but never more than when you let go for me.”
I glide one of my hands around to his gorgeous face, letting my fingers caress the coarse hair of his beard. “I feel so connected when we’re like this,” I whisper, bearing my soul to this man. “Not just physically. You make me feel things I’ve never felt.”
A small smile crooks up one side of his mouth. “I’ve never been bare inside a woman before. And I never want—” He cuts himself off and closes his eyes, shuttering off that beautiful connection between us.
“You never want what?” I ask softly.
But he doesn’t answer, instead pulling out and deftly flipping me to my stomach. “Ass in the air,” he growls, grabbing my hips and hitching me up into the position he wants.
I immediately miss… whatever that was we had going on before he shut down. A second later, he slams into me from behind and lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.
“Fuck, Mindy. This ass.” He grabs two handfuls, his fingers digging roughly into my flesh as he maneuvers me back and forth along his thick length.
It’s more intense in this position, and I cry out his name, my fingernails scratching against the fabric of the couch.
Remi readjusts, placing one foot on the floor and using that as leverage to jackhammer into me, his hips slapping my ass with each savage thrust.
“So. Fucking. Hot,” he grits out. “So. Goddamn. Wet.” He leans over my back and bites down on my earlobe as his hand skims around my waist and between my legs.
“Oh god,” I cry out when his fingers find my clit. I’m still a little confused by his abrupt change, but I put that on the backburner for now because this man is fucking me like the world will soon end.
His hot breath fans across my ear. “Your sweet cunt is taking me so deep, Mindy. Let me own that tight little motherfucker. Come again for me.”
God help me, I can’t stop it. Remington Hale is a force of nature, pounding into me, whispering dirty shit in my ear, circling my clit with the perfect amount of pressure… and I fall once again, screaming my climax into the cushion of the couch.
I’m barely done when he straightens and pulls out again. A second later, I feel the warm splash of his release against my ass and back.
“Holy mother of… fuck, baby,” he roars, continuing to spill all over me. We’re both breathing heavily as we come down from the incredible high, the pants the only sound in the room for a long while.
Then Remi leans down and sweetly kisses my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
I hear water running, and a minute later, he returns, swiping away the evidence from my skin and from between my legs with a warm cloth. Then he dries me with a soft towel.
When I flop over onto my back, I see that he’s completely dressed again, minus his belt. And he’s not quite meeting my eyes.
“You ready for bed?” he asks, bending to pick up the belt from the floor.
I sit up, suddenly feeling very naked. Sliding my arms into the robe, I tug it around me and tighten the sash. “Yeah.”
He’s still not looking at me, and an ache swells inside my chest. I can’t quite define what I’m feeling. Confusion, yes. And maybe a little bit of hurt. Remi didn’t really do anything wrong, but I can’t help but wonder what changed all of sudden. I need time to think about it.
With shaky legs, I stride over to my suitcase, pulling up the handle before looping my purse handles over my arm. Then I follow Remi down the short hallway to the sleeping area.
My feet falter beside the first open door, a bedroom. He turns, bearing his own look of confusion. “No, baby. My room is down there.” His thumb points over his shoulder.
I inhale a deep breath and force a weak smile onto my face.
“You know, I think I’m going to sleep in here.
I need a little space right now.” My eyes drop to his fully clothed form.
“Besides, I’m sure you’ll want to take your clothes off before bed, and you obviously don’t want to do that with me around. ”
And with my heart in my throat, I enter the smaller bedroom, closing the door in his stunned face.