Chapter 9
nine
“Goddamn. You’re a fucking knockout, you know that, right?
Her only reply is to brush her hands over my chest and up to my neck, pulling me in for another searing, hot kiss.
My pulse seizes as a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust riots down my spine when she gently pushes her fingers into my hair, grazing her nails over my scalp.
Fuck. Why can’t I seem to get enough of this angelic woman?
Groaning low, I drag my lips from hers and push up onto my knees, reaching to grab my wallet from my back pocket. Flipping it open, I take out the strip of condoms I always keep on hand, just in case.
Her eyes go wide. “Holy shit. What were you planning for? A freaking orgy?”
A genuine, unexpected laugh falls from my lips as I toss the condoms onto the mattress beside her.
I scoot off the bed, setting my wallet and phone on the nightstand.
“Brex has a tendency to forget them,” I say, popping the button on my jeans. “So I always bring extra.” I shrug, shoving them and my boxer briefs down and off before kicking them free. “I don’t carry cash anymore, so something’s gotta to fill the empty space. Might as well be prepared.”
The second she gets an eyeful of my dick, the air in the room shifts and turns heavy.
Her throat works as her tongue darts out to wet her lips, gaze dropping like she can’t help herself. Heat floods her cheeks, painting her skin a gorgeous rosy flush.
“Wow.” Her voice is smaller than it was a moment ago. “Are you sure it’s gonna fit?”
The look on her face, filled with awe and genuine concern, does something catastrophic to my already shredded self-control. “Hell yeah, it is,” I growl.
Planting my hands on the mattress, I crawl over her until I’m hovering, caging her in.
Her breath picks up instantly, chest rising and falling as her eyes track up from my cock to my face.
“You ready?” I murmur.
Her throat bobs. The tiniest flicker of nerves dances behind those beautiful eyes, and my dick flexes in response.
“Don’t worry, Angel.” I drop my head, dragging my lips along the curve of her jaw, feeling her tremble beneath me. “I’m more than going to take care of you first. Gotta get you ready for me, yeah?”
The sound she makes—a combination of a sigh and a whimper—nearly undoes me on the spot.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
That one syllable is all I need.
Starting at her throat, I drag my lips slowly over her soft, porcelain skin, taking my time. Learning her. Every curve. Every dip. Every soft exhale she releases when I hit a sensitive spot. Her collarbone. The swell of a breast.
I close my mouth over one peaked nipple and she arches into me, fingers in my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp again, sending electricity zinging down my spine.
Flicking my tongue before taking it between my teeth, she throws her head back with a sharp cry. “Oh, God!”
“Not quite,” I murmur. “But I plan on getting you as close as I can.”
Her breathless laugh makes me grin as I keep going. Across her ribs. Down the flat plane of her stomach.
Sealing my mouth over the soft skin just below her navel, I give it a quick suck, grinning when she lets out a small squeak.
I chuckle.
I’ll take that as a good sign.
The further south I travel, the shallower her breathing becomes. And when I hook my fingers under her hips and nudge her thighs apart, spreading her wide open for me, my brain short-circuits.
“If this is what heaven looks like,” I hear myself say, voice rough and wrecked, “please kill me now.”
“Please—”
“Give me a second,” I grunt.
I’m not trying to be an asshole. I genuinely need one. Because she is the most stunning thing I’ve ever had spread out before me, flushed and trembling, looking at me like she’s going to combust.
“Just... yeah.” When I take a deep breath in an attempt to center my control, the sent of her arousal flips a switch in the back of my brain. I can’t wait to get my tongue inside her. “Damn, woman. You smell amazing.”
The second my mouth finds her center, her hips buck off the mattress. The sound she makes is one I know I’ll never forget.
I have to splay my hand across her stomach to hold her in place, because I need her to stay still so I can give her what she’s craving. What we’re both craving.
She tastes incredible. Sweet, warm and addictive. Unlike any candy I’ve ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth.
Even now, in this moment, with unbridled certainty—I know once isn’t going to be enough. Not even close.
She rolls her hips, matching the rhythm of my tongue as she fucks my face. Little broken sounds keep falling from her lips, each one more toe curling than the last.
I’m going to make it my personal mission to drag every single one of them from her throat.
All. Night. Long.
“Fuuuck,” she gasps. “Please, please, please—”
When I slide two fingers inside her slick, tight pussy, she clamps down instantly, thighs trembling.
“More,” she mewls.
As I curl my fingers and start to pump, her whole body goes rigid.
I feel it before I hear it. The sharp intake of breath.
The way she stiffens for one suspended, electric moment before she’s falling apart, shaking, crying out while I work her through every last wave and crest, until finally, she goes limp.
A small whimper escapes her when I drag my fingers free, licking them clean. Fuck. I love that sound.
Prowling up her body, I watch her breasts jiggle enticingly as she tries to catch her breath. Hair a wild, sexy mess against the pillow, her cheeks are flushed a deep pink, lips parted.
She looks absolutely wrecked.
Good. Exactly how I want her.
Ruined. Consumed. Pliant.
I take her mouth again, letting her taste herself on my lips. She makes a soft, surprised sound as I deepen the kiss, hands cupping my jaw, pulling me closer.
Blindly, I feel around until my fingers close around one of the foil packets. Breaking away just long enough to tear it open, I roll it on, jaw tight with the effort of keeping myself in check.
When my cock nudges her entrance, her breath hitches. Her thighs fall open, hips tilting, the invitation almost breaking whatever is left of my restraint.
“Still with me, Angel?” I murmur against her temple. “I’m gonna take it slow until you get used to me. So I can fuck you as hard as I want the rest of the night, yeah?”
“Fuck yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl.”
Slow and controlled, I press into her slick heat, feeling her stretch around me inch by agonizing inch. Her fingers dig into my lats, nails biting into my skin as a sharp, breathy moan escapes.
“Okay?” I grit out, every muscle in my body screaming at me to shove all of me inside her all at once.
“Keep going,” she manages, voice shredded.
Finally, I bottom out and we both go still. Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a shaky exhale. I press my forehead to hers, breathing hard through my nose, fighting the overwhelming urge to unleash myself completely.
She feels unreal. Warm and tight and perfect.
Suddenly, I’m furious at myself for every second I wasted just watching her at the bar tonight instead of making the first move. I almost didn’t let myself have her. Practically shoved Brex into her orbit.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” I command, tone gruff and filled with need.
Glassy eyes find mine in the dim light, pupils blown wide. “Make it hurt.”
Holy. Fuck.
Something shifts in my chest. Something I don’t even remotely want to examine right now.
“It would be my pleasure,” I purr.
Sliding out to the tip, I piston forward.
“Unngghh!” The sound she makes dissolves every last coherent thought banging around in my head.
I pound into her until the need to take her from a different angle takes over. Hands rough, I move one leg over to the side, pressing her thighs tightly together.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, looking at me over her shoulder.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I use the other to guide myself back to her entrance. This new position makes everything tighter, even more intense. When I push inside, we groan at the sensation. She’s impossibly tight in this position, her inner walls squeezing me like a vise.
It makes me wonder what it would be like to take her ass.
“Holy shit,” I grit out, jaw clenched as I bottom out again. This angle allows me to go even deeper, and I can feel her whole body shaking with need.
I don’t give her time to adjust. Can’t. The primal need to claim her, make her mine, overrides everything else. I pull back and slam forward, setting a punishing rhythm that has the bed frame creaking in protest.
“Just like that! Ohmygod!” Her scream rattles my lust-addled brain, disappearing entirely when she pushes back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want her marked. Want her to feel me for days, remember exactly how I made her fall apart.
“Fuck,” I growl, leaning over, resting my forehead against her temple. “Take it, Angel. Take all of my cock.”
She turns her face into the pillow, muffling her cries as I pound into her. Nope. That’s not going to fly. I want to hear every single noise she makes.
I wrap a fist in her hair, tugging her head back. “No hiding,” I command roughly. “I want to hear you.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chants, each word punctuated by another jab, hands clutching at the sheets, knuckles white.
This new angle has me hitting something deep inside her that makes her whole body jerk every time I bottom out. She’s so wet, the obscene sound mixes with our harsh breathing and the slap of my hips against her ass.
“Fuck me. You feel incredible,” I rasp against her ear. “So fucking tight like this. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
She whimpers, walls fluttering around me. I can feel her getting close again, the way she’s clenching and releasing, her breathing turning erratic.
“Yeah, baby,” I purr. Releasing her hair, my fingers find her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves. “Come for me again. Want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart.”
Her inner muscles flex, pushing me closer to the edge before her body goes rigid, a strangled cry falling from her lips as she shatters around me.
And that’s when I fall.
“Fuck!” I groan, burying myself deep as I come so hard, I’m surprised I don’t black the fuck out.
Panting and trembling, I barely manage to keep myself from squashing her as I carefully pull out before collapsing beside her on the bed.
Face glowing with a soft sheen of sweat, she tucks an arm under her head, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” I agree, brushing her sweat-dampened hair away from her face. “Wow, doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
The sound of her soft laugh sends a strange warmth through my entire body. Normally I’d be jumping out of bed, making up some lame excuse before making my escape. Instead, I find myself wanting to pull her close.
“So,” she says, propping herself up on an elbow. “Are we keeping whatever this is anonymous…or…?”
I pop an eyebrow. Shit. I’ve been so into her, I’d never even thought about asking her name. “Logan. My name is Logan.”
“Reyna,” she replies, extending her hand with mock formality. “Nice to meet you, Logan.”
Taking her hand, I bring it to my lips for a quick kiss. “The pleasure is all mine, Reyna.”
Her eyes widen slightly at the gesture, vulnerability flashing across her face before she masks it with a teasing smile.
“What about last names?”
Reyna twists her mouth in thought, glances up at the ceiling, then back down at me. “I kinda like the idea of keeping things simple. You know. Two strangers who met unexpectedly at a club. One night of passion. First names only.”
“Sure. If that’s what you want.”
But even as I say those words, my heart sinks a little. Maybe by the end of our time together I could get her to change her mind. There’s something different about this woman. Something that makes me want to know everything there is to know about her.
If anything, I plan on convincing her to stay more than one night. I don’t have to work until Monday. If first names are as far as she’s willing to take this, then I’m going to make this weekend as memorable as possible.
My stomach rumbles softly.
“Hungry?” I grin, brushing my fingers down her arm. “The food here is amazing.”
Goosebumps raise where I just touched her as she stretches languidly, dragging her foot down the inside of my leg, breasts squished against my chest. “I could eat.”
“If you don’t stop rubbing up against me, we might have to forgo food for a little while longer.”
Untangling her legs from mine, she lets out a soft laugh and gets out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Gotta pee. You go ahead and order whatever from room service. I’m hungry enough to eat a horse, by the way.”
I grin to myself, staring at her plump, tight ass as she disappears into the bathroom.
I could get used to this.
The thought hits me out of left field before another takes over.
But do I want to?
Yeah. For some reason I can’t explain, I do.