“Don’t leave me again,” he said, his palms cupping her hips, stilling her so he could take over the rhythm. His eyes closed tight at the pleasurable pressure they were creating.
“Never.”
He thrust inside. “Not even when I’m an asshole?”
She gasped. “I like it when you’re an asshole.”
“I don’t want to be an asshole,” he murmured against her lips, kissing her again because he could never get enough of her. “I want to be good enough for you.”
“You can be both.” She was breathless, her cheeks flaming, her eyes shining.
She began to undulate around him as the pleasure built, her head tipping back as he held her up, giving her everything she needed. From the darkness in his eyes, he could feel it, too. This never ending desire, coiling in the pit of her stomach, in her breasts, all over her body.
“Daniel…” she was breathless.
“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice gritty. He really did. And when she soared, her body tightening around him, he found himself following moments later, pleasure wiping out the pain they’d both been feeling since they’d been apart.
He had her now and forever.
He kissed her hot and fast. “Baby, I’m never going to let you go.”
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER…
“Be careful,” Eliana warned as Becca walked up the executive corridor. “He’s in a terrible mood.”
Becca bit down a smile, because those five words sent a little thrill through her. Dark-Eyed Daniel was back, even if only for a few hours.
“Thank you.” She lifted her brows at Eliana. “I’ll try to get out of there unscathed.”
She rapped her fingers lightly against the door, her smile deepening as she heard a growled, “Come in.” Pushing down the handle, she walked inside his office, spotting Daniel standing in front of the window that overlooked the G. Scott Carter estate. He turned around, and sure enough his mouth was twisted into a scowl, his eyes dark as they roamed over her.
“What’s got you all messed up?” she asked softly. “Everybody said you’ve been snapping at them.”
“The first run was terrible.”
She stepped forward, running her tongue along her dry lips. “Of course it was. First runs usually are. That’s why we take our whiskey from the heart of the run. You know that.”
“It was a damn stupid idea, putting so much money into the single malt.”
“No it wasn’t. We’ve made adjustments, run it again. You should come try it now.”
“What kind of adjustments?” Daniel frowned.
“Nothing major. Just come see.” She held out her hand. “Before you combust.”
He walked over to her, his expression still tight. She put her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his white shirt. “You need to stop catastrophizing everything,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his. “You nearly made Garrett cry when you snapped at him.”
Daniel squeezed his eyes shut. “Sorry.”
“Tell it to him, not me.”
He dropped his brow to hers, staring at her through thick eyelashes. “I will. But I’m sorry if I upset you, too.”
“Don’t be. I like it when you’re all dark and moody.”
His lip quirked. “You do?”