Rush

She wants to fuck.

The driving need to be inside of her is dictating every movement of my body.

I’m hard as nails. I fought back the urge to stroke my dick when I was eating her. I could have come just from the taste and the sounds pouring out of her.

I move when I feel her pull away.

Pushing to my feet, I stand next to the bed. I gaze down at the front of my jeans before I turn back to face her.

“One of us is overdressed.” She rolls to her side, resting her head on the pillow. Her hand runs over her side. “Here’s a hint. It’s not me.”

I rake her from head-to-toe. Her body is made to be fucked.

By me. Only by me.

I dip my chin to clear my head. “I don’t have any condoms.”

I doubt like hell I’ve ever uttered those words before. I’ve had a condom tucked into a pocket or hidden in my wallet since I was a teenager. I didn’t bring any with me on the trip because screwing a random woman was not on my schedule.

I expected to be in and out of Manhattan within a couple of days.

I had no clue that Emma Owens would drop into my orbit and end up in my bed.

Her gaze darts from my face to the bedside table.

She won’t give a voice to it, but she’s silently asking if there are any condoms in this room.

There aren’t. I checked. Twice.

Shaking my head, I shove a hand through my hair. “Tomorrow. I’ll pick up some tomorrow.”

She stretches an arm in front of her. “I have one.”

Anger shoots through me. I have no right to feel it, but it’s there. “You have a condom?”

“Just one,” she says as if that explains it all away. “I thought maybe I’d meet someone while I was here.”

I drop my hand to my jeans. One swift dive inside, and I’m circling my cock with my fist. “To fuck? You thought you’d meet a guy and fuck him?”

Rolling onto her back, her hand glides to her mound. “That’s what happened. Luckily I’m prepared.”

I squeeze my dick harder. “Here? You thought you’d bring a man here to screw?”

Her back arches when her hand trails over her smooth folds. “Or somewhere. It’s been a long time.”

Too fucking long. I wish I’d met her years ago.

“Where is it?” I bark out through a stuttered breath. “I’ll get it.”

Her eyes close as she shifts her hand to her thigh. “I can get it.”

“Go.”

My order draws her gaze to my face. “I will, but I want to do something else first.”

I watch in awed silence as she moves along the bed with an effortless grace that stops my breath.

She crawls closer to me, but before I can get my jeans to my thighs, she’s on her back, her head hung over the edge of the bed.

Fuck.

“Please,” she whispers. “I want to. I want to do this.”

I drop my jeans to the floor and move closer, convinced that I’ll blow my load all over her tits before I feel her tongue on me.

I guide the crown of my cock over her soft pillow lips until she parts them and takes me inside.

Cupping a hand over the front of her neck, I fuck her mouth slowly at first.

She’s eager, and when I increase the pace, she works my cock to the back of her throat.

“Jesus,” I hiss, feeling every swallow under my hand. I watch each thrust of my dick between her lips.

She moans. Her fingers glide over her soft flesh, diving between her spread thighs. I give her more with each hard drive of my cock. I give it all to her until I come down her throat as she takes everything I offer.

Chapter 44

Emma

I cross the hallway and enter Case’s room with the condom in hand.

Sandy handed it to me when I was packing for my trip. I laughed it off at the time, telling her that I wouldn’t need it, but she insisted I take it.

I’m glad I did.

Case told me he needed a second to catch his breath after he came. He collapsed on the bed beside me, his hands grabbing for me.

I pushed my elbow into his chest and asked if he liked what I’d done.

I didn’t need the confirmation but hearing him tell me that I’m incredible buoyed my soul. The soft kiss on my lips that followed his hearty, “Fuck, Emma. I’ve never felt that before,” left me completely satisfied.

My footsteps stall as I peer at the bed and the sight of him fast asleep.

He moved up to his pillow and now with one arm over his head, and the other resting across his toned stomach, he’s drawing deep, easy breaths. I take in the sight of his naked body.

Crawling in next to him is what I want to do, but I can’t.