Chapter 6
Duke looked down at her as he lifted her hips for his entry before pushing deeply inside her tight, hot body.
She arched into him and a broken cry tore from her throat as he filled her.
He clenched his teeth tight to bite back a groan of satisfaction building in his chest. He held perfectly still, buried inside her, fighting for control.
An explosive climax was only a breath away and he would be damned if he would give in to the pleasure before she was ready to take that leap with him.
In the space of a few heartbeats, he was able to move within her again. And then there was nothing but the overpowering, driving urge to brand her as his. To fill her so deeply, so completely, that even when they weren't together, he would still be a part of her.
She lifted her legs and locked them around his hips, drawing him tighter, closer.
Duke’s gaze locked with her and saw the stunned wonder he knew was written on his features. He pressed his mouth to hers and their bodies raced toward completion. He swallowed her cries when they were at last swept over the edge of passion and fell tumbling into peace.
When it was over, they lay locked together, neither of them willing—or able—to move, to separate.
Heart pounding, Duke rolled over onto his back, keeping her with him, cradling her close.
Her head on his chest, he felt her breath brush across his skin and tried to get feeling back into his limbs.
He’d never experienced anything like that in his life.
Bailey lifted her head slightly and pressed her lips against his chest. When she brought her hand up and rested it on his stomach he exhaled deeply. There was something about her touch that moved him in a way he never thought possible before now.
Even now her simple caress was making him hard again.
So hard all he could think about was being inside her, bringing her to climax again.
Bailey was ready for a second round as well because she sat up and straddled his thighs before lifting her hips to accept his erect length within her slick folds.
Her gaze locked with his as she moved her hips in a wanton display of grace and desire. Riding astride, she took him, drawing him inside her, over and over, making him forget she’d brought him to a heart-stopping climax followed by near exhaustion a short moment earlier.
But this time the fire built slowly, fueled by her supple undulations. The provocative sway of her breasts, tipped with large, dark brown nipples held him spellbound and kept him hard. She leaned closer to him and he closed his lips over her breast and drew lustily at her nipple.
Increasing the tempo of her hips, she rode him, as if challenging him to match her hunger. Thrusting her fingers into his hair, she pulled back his head, then kissed him.
A forceful kiss, devoid of love, savage and lust-filled.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, driving her nails into his skin as she forced the hard length of him, deeper, pounding her sex against his.
He slapped her buttocks. The light stinging impact of his hands appeared to drive her wild as her head fell back and she yelled out her release.
From somewhere deep in him, her climax set off his like a rocket. Unlike anything he’d experienced before, Duke welcomed its intensity, wresting every morsel of gratification from his flesh.
Finally, Bailey stilled.
Duke’s chest heaved beneath her hands. His breath escaped in puffed harsh gasps.
“Christ, I thought you were going to pull it off.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I loved it. For a moment there, I thought I was having a damn heart attack. My chest still hurts.”
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, concern etched into her features.
“Next time you’re liable to kill me,” he said, then quirked an eyebrow. “But I’ll die happy.”
When she realized he was kidding, she relaxed and settled into his embrace.
It took several minutes for his heart rate to return to normal.
The instant that his body had found rest though, his mind finally switched back on.
As one, irrefutable detail presented itself, he had to mute a curse of disgust. He had acted like some inexperienced randy teenager.
For the first time in years, he had acted without thinking.
As a result, the two of them might have a dilemma that neither one of them was prepared for.
Bailey released a pent-up breath as she lifted her head and stared at him. Giving him a shy smile, she said, “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”
Halfhearted, he grinned back at her. Shit. Now what? The understanding that had dawned on him hadn't clicked in her mind yet.
“Bailey,” he said, then paused, trying to figure out what he should say.
“You don’t have to say it,” she mumbled.
“What were we thinking?” Dumb question, he told himself.
He knew exactly what had happened. For the first time in years, he had let his body make his choice for him.
“I don’t know about you, but I can’t for certain that I was,” she said, scooting closer to him.
He ran the palm of his hand down her back, trying to figure out how he should say what he needed to tell her.
"Bailey, we need to discuss what to do next...”
“About what?” she asked as she propped herself up on one elbow.
He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “We didn't use any protection, Bailey.”