She’d barely recovered before he moved over her again to brace up on the palms of his hands, his hips pressing against hers, pushing her legs apart. One hand moved between her legs, his fingers separating her folds and smearing her release all over her. She felt the head of his cock press against her, seeking entry. Their eyes locked the whole time. And then he speared inside her with one powerful thrust. Her body clamped down, her muscles tightening, and he stopped, having only gained entry halfway.
He held himself still, poised above her, his muscles rigid. And then he dipped his head, his nose skating along her cheek, his mouth coming to her ear to whisper, “Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in.”
His words were like some magic entreaty, unlocking the doors, and she felt her body tingle, her muscles relaxing and a new rush of lubrication flow from her. He eased in, pressing deep.
“That’s my girl. Take it all.” His voice was sweet, soft and seductive. And she knew right then that he had the power to coax any response from her that he wanted.
He lowered to his elbows, his weight coming down on her as he moved inside her, advancing, retreating, slowly, dragging along a thousand nerve endings with every smooth stroke.
She moaned.
“I should have taken more time with you. Made you come over and over before I took you. I was just so goddamned impatient to be inside you, but I’ll make it up to you, baby. I swear. The rest of the night will be all about you. But right now, I need this, okay? I need to just take. And I need you to give.”
She nodded, her hands sliding over the warm smooth skin of his back, down to his ass. Her hands tightened, and she pulled him against her and heard him moan in response.
And that deep, low, masculine moan was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Do that again. Show me you want me just as bad.”
She did, pulling him tight with an urgency that surprised and thrilled her just as much as it did him. And then he was grabbing her wrists, his hands threading their fingers together as he pressed her hands to the bed beside her head.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He growled the command, his voice rough with need. His control was breaking; she could see it as she looked up at him. He watched her eyes as he began to pound into her, his whole body tight, every muscle flexing with his exertions as he took control of her, of this. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue delving inside, demanding everything. And she gave, taking him deep. He kissed her a long time, until he had to break away so they both could breathe.
He released one of her hands, and she felt his palm closing around one breast, lifting it and then he dipped his head, his mouth latching onto her nipple. With the deep pulling tug, her head went back into the pillow and her back arched, offering her breast up for more. He moaned against it, sucking long and hard, giving her exactly what her body silently begged him for. A jolt shot through her, straight between her legs, and she undulated, her hips lifting to meet his.
His mouth broke free of her nipple with a pop. And then he was up on his knees, his hands locking around her thighs, pulling her up against him, dragging her ass up his thighs as he began to pound into her with everything he had. His eyes locked with hers a moment before they broke free to watch her breasts bounce with his assault. That only drove him on to a more furious pummeling. And she took it, revealed in it, watching a sheen of sweat form on his flexing muscles, taking in the glory of his masculine power and this deeply primal act. And finally watching him growl as his control broke, and he found his release, his body going solid and still, as he poured into her.
His breathing sawed in and out, and he released his grip on her thighs. He planted one palm in the mattress next to her, bringing his slick, sweat covered body down on top of her.
Her arms and legs immediately wrapped around him, enfolding him in her embrace. She held him as his breathing slowed, and his body melted deep against hers, every muscle relaxing. One of her hands drifted up, her fingers threading through the hair at the base of his neck. His head turned, his mouth nuzzling just behind her ear, pressing kisses along her neck. She turned her head, her mouth seeking out his. And he gave it to her, kissing her deeply. He lifted, one hand coming to her face, his palm stroking her cheek. He gazed down at her.
And then he smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
CHAPTER TEN
Ghost awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He cracked an eye open. The room was dark, but soft morning light filtered in around the window curtain. Picking up his phone, he squinted at the time. Eight. Groaning, he swiped the alarm off and set the phone back down.
When he moved his hand back to his waist, he felt the small hand on his abs, the soft skin of the arm around his ribs, and the warmth snuggled to his back.
He closed his eyes. Christ, he’d fucked up.
Last night had been amazing. Phenomenal. Best he’d ever had. No fucking lie. But today he had to shut it down, tell her they couldn’t do this. That last night had been a huge mistake.
She was going to end up hating him, one way or another. He could only hope that by nipping this in the bud, they would avoid the worst of it. Maybe by some miracle they could go back to the way it was. Maybe once she’d had a taste of this, it would be enough for her. Maybe it had all just been curiosity on her part. Maybe she’d just always wondered at roads not taken, and all that bullshit.
Hell, he knew he had.
He’d wondered about the what-ifs for years. Wondered what if they’d crossed this line back then. Wondered what if they’d run off together. Left it all behind. But that wasn’t the way the world worked. Shit like that never worked out. Not that society’s mores had ever meant that much to him, but she’d always been a line to him, a line he knew he shouldn’t cross.
But that wasn’t what had him second-guessing what they’d done last night now as he lie next to her sweet body. No, it was much more than that. It was the secret he carried. The shit she didn’t know about.
The one thing he knew she’d never be able to forgive.
He rolled to his back, and she tucked up under his arm, her head landing on his chest.
“Jess.” He rubbed her back, shaking her gently. “Jess, wake up.”
She groaned, her hand sliding across his belly.