Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

When she sobbed, I lost the fight and came so hard my spine shuddered and cramped before righting itself. I curled around her to protect her from the rough cut of the brick and to hold myself inside of her as my cum filled the condom. Part of me wanted to strip it off and splash inside of her, coat every inch of her from the inside out with my semen, my sweat, my smell.

It didn’t make sense.

Branding her was bordering on obsession.

Part of me screamed to run in the other direction, but the more dominant side of me held her close and pulsed inside her to feel that sweet release still riding her. Her tears dripped down my arm and her shudders dragged me back into the moment.

This place wasn’t safe for me on a few fundamental levels. None of which mattered right then.

I pulled out of her and tied off the condom. The fact that I could dispose of it so quickly made it seem even worse.

Now there was only the scent of sunshine and Georgia mixed with a hint of decay. We were far enough from the dumpsters that they didn’t draw away from what we’d done, but if I dwelled on our environment for too long, it would cheapen the moment.

I pulled her panties back where they belonged. To trap the scent of us mingling together against her pussy. I wanted to be close to her as long as possible, even if it meant I wasn’t truly next to her. I cupped my hand over the cotton and felt how swollen and wet she still was.

She jerked and swiped a hand over her cheek. I turned her in my arms and pulled her hand away from her face. Her long lashes were starred with tears and her pupils were blown out.

I slipped an arm around her neck and pulled her flush against me. Words didn’t seem to make sense, so I didn’t bother to try to figure out what to say. After a few moments, I drew her out of the shadows and into the sunshine.

I slipped my hand into hers and our fingers twisted into a simple link. As if our fingers understood what my head didn’t. The sidewalk was still quiet, but there were people coming out. Foot traffic was doubling up and we’d walked out like nothing happened.

Her shell-shocked eyes held a similar look from the night before, but this time, I didn’t want her to run. I wanted her to know it was me who gave her that pleasure and understand that it was something rare.

I ushered her through the crosswalk and into the parking garage. She stiffened and looked around. I tightened my hold.

I spotted her car and drew her toward it. Again, she tensed, but today the spot we approached was well-lit. I crowded her against her door. Not touching her because I didn’t trust myself. I braced an arm on either side of her and peered down at her.

There was another condom in my wallet and my cock was already half-hard for her.

No.

That wasn’t happening again.

Not now.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because this shouldn’t be happening. Yesterday I understood, but not this. Not now.”

I could feel her slipping away. She was being smart. I knew I wasn’t, but the logical side of my brain was on hiatus. I was completely ruled by my—what was it called? Lizard brain? When wants and needs took over for logic.

That was me right now.

Where this woman was concerned anyway.

I pulled a phone out of my pocket. A brand new iPhone with all the bells and whistles. I knew that was her preference simply since she was as iPad obsessed as I was at work. Once I got used to an operating system, I was pretty monogamous. Considering eighty percent of my app creations and products were Apple based or Apple compatible, it seemed safe.

“This has a special solar battery included in the case, and it’s also shatterproof.”

She took the phone. “Wow. Evidently, I’ll be giving Chapel some more of my money.”

“No. This is yours.”

“Oh.” Her brows knit together. “No, I can’t.” She pressed the phone back against my chest. “No.”

“Please. I know what a hassle it is to get a new phone. Let me do this for you.”