My name was a reverent whisper in the darkness of the room.
My hips snapped forward in reaction. I’d only been inside one other woman without protection. But it hadn’t been like this. Nothing like her.
No one would ever be like her.
Before I could sink back into the heaven that was her body, I pulled out and sheathed myself with latex. The heat was familiar, but I missed the silky grasp of her already. I couldn’t be that careless. It was bad enough that I’d allowed myself even that much.
Angry at myself and at her for making me so insane, I slammed inside of her again and again. The bed thumped in time with me as the mattress shifted higher. Her arms took every rocking thrust.
The headboard knocked against the wall and her tits bounced with each measured invasion into her sweet body. I pushed her knees higher to go deeper, to own every part of her. My balls slapped her ass and her boots grazed my ear as I bore down on her.
She thrashed her head on the bed. A dozen emotions flowed across her features. Her eyebrows wrinkled with the long stroke, then cleared and bliss slowly replaced the discomfort. She was made for me.
I hated that it was true.
But I exploited it. I leaned back and closed her legs to put her ankles over my shoulder. I hissed out a breath. Tighter still. My head fell forward. My lips met with deep green tights. I bent her farther back and groaned. Jesus, nothing should feel this good. Not if she wasn’t mine forever.
She should be mine forever, dammit.
The realization sliced me in two.
She whimpered as I resumed the punishing strokes. Her knees were almost to the mattress anyway. I hauled her down to the middle of the bed and rolled her over, tucking her over her knees. “Hug them tightly,” I whispered into her ear.
Her whole body shuddered under me. She was as lost as I was. I only prayed that I could take her the rest of the way without pushing her too far. I dragged my lips down her spine before I slowly filled her back up again.
The pace was so much slower, but sweat flowed off me in rivulets.
She rocked in place and a keening sob decimated what was left of my will to drag this out. She vised around me, her walls shuddering as much as her body under me. I grasped her hair and drew her back against my chest to drive up inside of her until I had no choice but to let go.
There was nothing but her scent around me. Cinnamon, vanilla, and sex would never be the same. I grasped her hair so tight she cried out and pulsed harder around me. I bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder, laving my tongue and lips along the pulse there as I emptied myself into the condom.
I wished it was gone. I wished for a moment that something of us would forever live inside her.
Mine.
Ours.
And hated myself for the errant thought.
I pulled out of her and left her curled into herself as I stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door.
19
Kay
“Linc?”
Confusion dented my overloaded brain. I struggled to sit up. Beard-burn made everything overly sensitive. My thighs, my neck, my breasts—everything was like a live wire.
I rolled onto my back and slowly uncurled from the fetal position he’d left me in. Honestly, I felt like I got hit by a bus.
A bus full of orgasms, perhaps. And that part had been amazing. Beyond amazing to be truthful. The Linc who had been with me tonight was the same guy from the first night. A little crazy, a lot sexy as fuck, and he’d made me feel amazing.
Until…
I turned to the door and caught sight of the clock on the bedside table.
12:04 A.M.