Chapter 23 #2
Lust sends more of my blood rushing below my belt, her creamy skin drawing me back in to attack her neck and shoulder and collarbone.
Her back arches, pressing her breasts into my waiting palms, my hands clamping down to stake my claim.
As she rakes her fingers through my hair and holds me to her, she attempts an argument weakened by breathlessness.
“The man who has a paying hobby…where women grope his naked body…has a problem with a man touching me…briefly…for my own aesthetic gain?”
With every passing second, the wildcat sheaths her claws a little bit more, feeding my dominant soul and my need to be inside her. The primitive beast in me wants to mark her with my scent so that other men know she’s claimed and to keep their fucking distance.
I hadn’t planned on taking her here, when we both have things to do and people to see, but hell if I can control myself.
I know she’s slick with arousal, aching to be filled by my cock, and I don’t care if the whole damn world is waiting on us.
There’s no way I’m not burying myself in her hot pussy until we’re both breathless and spent.
I quickly shuck my restrictive jacket and toss it off to the side.
“Nearly naked body,” I say, correcting her as I work to undo my belt and pants.
“And the day I let a woman touch my bare cock…” I free myself from my boxer briefs and wrap her hand around my steel length to demonstrate my point.
“…is the day you get to invite a stranger to touch your bare tits outside of our playtimes.”
“Fair point,” she says, breathing heavy. She squeezes my erection, eliciting a groan from deep in my chest. “Now do us both a favor: shut the hell up and fuck me already.”
Christ, I love it when she’s feisty. There’s nothing hotter than the challenge of making her so mindless that the sass leeches right out of her.
But seeing her today in that meeting, confident and empowered—a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it—I have a sudden urge to watch her take her own pleasure.
She can keep the claws out for all I care. In fact, I hope she does.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Lifting her, I guide her legs around me and carry her over to the leather couch. I sit on the edge then lean away from her, reaching behind my head to let my arms hang over the backrest, and say, “You fuck me.”
“It would be my pleasure, counselor.” Addie bites the corner of her lip, and her aqua eyes darken to a deep sea green as she raises up on her knees enough to position me at the entrance of her pussy. “Here’s to winning.”
I hiss in a breath when she lowers her weight, impaling herself on my cock in one swift move, taking every last, thick inch of me. I’ve never fit so perfectly inside a woman. Like she’s my rightful place. Like she’s home. Like she’s mine.
Mine. She’s mine.
Her heat sears me, branding me as hers… And then it hits me. Fucking hell. Cursing under my breath, I manage to grind out a single word. “Condom.”
Though I’d rather chew glass than sheathe myself now, I force myself to move. But before I can get my wallet out, Addison stops me.
“We don’t need it.” Her eyes plead with me as she strokes my jaw and repeats in a whisper, “We don’t need it.”
It’s true; we’ve had the discussion about her IUD and our health records. But I’ve never gone bareback with a woman before. Never trusted any woman enough to take that risk.
Until now.
“You sure?” I ask, the strain of holding back in my voice.
“So fucking sure.”
Relief floods my chest, and I finally let myself register how goddamn amazing she feels. I’m throwing out every condom I own when I get home. “Then ride my bare cock, Addie. Ride it until you explode from it.”
Bracing her hands on my chest, she starts to roll her hips, and my attempt to remain passive shatters before it ever began.
I grip her ass under the panties she’d shoved aside and thrust up to meet her halfway.
Her intent gaze locks onto mine and holds fast, daring me to break it, but she doesn’t have to worry. I’m her willing captive.
Her movements are hypnotic, and her pleasure is evident.
It’s in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
In the way her swollen lips are parted by shallow breaths.
The way her slick pussy welcomes my cock with every thrust, and grips it tighter on every retreat.
I want to chase down our orgasms, and hold them off indefinitely.
To get the release we need so badly, and then again not, because getting it means the end is only minutes away.
Mine.
The word echoes in my mind, again and again, like I shouted into the Grand Canyon. It used to shock me, but now my instinct to possess Addison is as familiar to me as my own skin. Except somewhere along the line, the claim morphed from one made by my cock…to one of my heart.
I can’t deny it any longer. I fell in love with Addison Paige.
With everything that I am and everything I have, I fucking love this beautiful, courageous woman.
For the first time in my life, I’m starting to believe that maybe “forever” truly is possible for a man like me, and it’s all because of her.
She is what makes it possible. All I have to do is take the risk and embrace that possibility.
I’ve spent a lifetime guarding myself from ever doing what I’m about to do, but for the chance to keep her, to spend my life loving her…I’ll do anything.
As though sensing the shift in me, she frames my face with her hands and leans her forehead on mine. Still riding me, she stares into my eyes like she’s desperately trying to interpret the stars. “Roman.” My name is a whispered plea on her lips. A plea I need to answer.
“I’m right here,” I rasp, then banding my arms around her, I change our position, laying her on the couch with a swift reverence.
I brace myself on my elbows and thread my fingers into her silken hair to cradle the back of her head, while her hands find their way under my shirt to score my back with her nails.
She wraps her legs around my waist. The spiked heels of her shoes dig into my ass with every pump of my hips, the bite on my flesh inciting me to give her more.
But it’s the tenderness and love shining in her eyes that infuses me with the strength to give her everything.
Our lovemaking isn’t slow and romantic, it’s hurried and feverish. It’s not chick flicks with tissues, it’s office porn with sweat. It’s half-dressed and half-crazy, forceful thrusts and labored breaths. But this is how we started. This is us. This is perfect.
“Addie.” The emotions in my throat barely let her name slip by, so I don’t try to say more. Instead, I gaze into the blue-green depths of her eyes, drop my defenses, and as we crash over the edge together, I offer her the only thing I have left to give.
My soul.