Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

I used the car to lean my thighs against, but she wrapped around me as we lost each other in the masochistic edge of sex.

Of fucking.

I used her as she used me. Together, we chased the nebulous connection that could only come with being physically locked as one. She changed her hold to one arm around my back and the other around my neck as she bowed in pleasure and the chase.

We were nothing other than slapping skin and grunts as her clasping body accepted mine. Slick with sweat and her tangerine-laced pleasure, I felt her vise around me.

She reared up and buried her teeth in my shoulder as she swallowed her screams. The bite of pain, the way she shuddered around me, and the sob that broke from her decimated the last of my control.

I threw my head back and came so hard my mind shorted out. Silence and calm infused my too busy brain. All because of her.

I slumped against the car and she slid down my body to drop onto the hood. Her forehead fell to the center of my chest as we learned how to drag oxygen into our lungs again.

Her fingers twisted into my belt loops, holding me between her knees. I rested my hands on her thighs and my chin atop her head.

I didn’t know what to say, but it seemed that it was a problem we shared. Her fingers slid over my sides and away as she sat up. I wanted to kiss her. It seemed like this moment was too much to just step back and pretend it didn’t happen.

I shrugged out of my dress shirt and draped it over her shoulders. She pushed her arms through the sleeves. I unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled them back until I found her small hands.

She lightly trailed her fingers over my wrist as I buttoned each cuff before buttoning up the front. It was too big on her until I got to her breasts.

Dear God, she was simply one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Even with the night behind her and fucked within an inch of our lives, she was stunning. I pushed her hair behind her ear and lifted her chin so our gazes met.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“That makes two of us.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

I couldn’t exactly say that I hadn’t had mindless hookups in my lifetime, but nothing like this. Being reckless wasn’t something that I did often. Not with a name like Chapel.

My father was a bastard, but he was a powerful one. And the family name was synonymous with Seattle leadership both in the political arenas and all areas of business. I didn’t let this side of me out. It wasn’t allowed to be.

But then again, no one had ever had the key before.

Not until a hostess from a little family bistro.

Not until Georgia.

“It’s never been like that for me before.” The confession was out before I could stop it. Maybe I didn’t want to stop it.

There was no way that I could actually put this part of me back in the box. Not now. Not after knowing just how we were together.

“I...”

“Georgia, you can’t deny this was good for you.”

“No, of course I can’t.”

“But...”

“But this was a reaction. Like you said, a chemical thing.”

I raised an eyebrow. “We’ve had a chemical thing since the first day I walked into Bellamy’s.”

She looked down. “You’re a customer.”

“So what?”