“Yes,” Amanda said, her voice raspy. Full of urgency. She reached between them, her hand circling his shaft. “Now.”
“Wait.” Brad’s hand slid over hers. “Birth control.”
“Pill,” she said. “And I don’t sleep around.”
Her gaze went to his, as if in question. “I always wear a condo—”
He lost his words as she slid his length along her core, readying her body, teasing them both with how close they were to joining. He released her hand, all thoughts of birth control gone.
The room filled with the sound of their breathing, with the sizzle of anticipation. Her skin was hot against his. So hot. So perfect.
Body taut and ready, he couldn’t bear another moment of waiting. He positioned his cock and entered her. One deep thrust and he sunk deep to her core. Amanda cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulder. For several seconds, they stayed that way, foreheads pressed together, bodies joined. Lost in each other. Feeling emotion with each breath they took. Intense. Potent. What flared between them went beyond simple sex.
Brad moved first, his hand sliding up her back, molding them together, as if they were one. It wasn’t close enough. He wasn’t deep enough. Wild need flared inside him, but he held himself in check. No rushing. He didn’t dare succumb to the demands of his body. Not yet. She wasn’t where he wanted her. Wasn’t quivering on the edge of orgasm.
He began a sensual rhythm. Not just hips moving, but their entire bodies. Kissing. Touching. Tasting. Fully engaged sex until she was as wild as he was. Until they simmered. Until their movements became frenzied.
And Amanda demanded more.
She pushed him until he was on his back, clearly not satisfied with facing each other. She straddled him, wasting no time before she started to ride. Hips bucking against his, she slid back and forth, side to side. Her hair teased his face, his neck, his chest. She was beautiful. As wild as he had wanted her. On the edge, driven to tumble over. His hands settled on her hips, guiding her, helping her reach for more. Helping her find that perfect spot she sought. And he knew the moment she did. He could feel her muscles contracting. Taking. Felt her move faster. Harder.
She cried out. “Oh. I…Brad, I…” But she never finished the words. He felt her first spasm of release and the jerk of her body that followed. Then her orgasm rippled, grabbing at his cock, pushing him over the edge he’d been clinging to. He lifted his hips, pumping them upward as he pushed her down to meet his body. Once. Twice. Three times and he felt the rush of release, spilling himself inside her. Shaking with the intensity of white-hot lightning ripping through his body.
They collapsed together, pressed chest to chest, exhausted. Satisfied. His hand slid over her back, into her hair, and he found himself smiling. He couldn’t remember the last time sex had taken him so far. Couldn’t remember any woman ever drawing him into a challenge that felt so completely absorbing. And one thing was for sure.
Sex with Amanda had only made him want more.
10
AMANDA LAY DRAPED across Brad, little shock waves—the aftermath of her orgasm—still shooting through her. She could stay here forever, blissfully sated after the best sex of her life.
Nothing had prepared her for how intense this night would be. For the potency of her response to Brad. She’d thought once would be enough. But what woman would stick to such a proclamation when the sex was this good?
In the distance, a low sound registered in the back of her mind, but she ignored it, savoring the last bit of pleasure dancing along her nerve endings. Reveling in the feel of Brad’s hand stroking her back, her hair. The man knew exactly what to do, and when to do it. But the hum became louder, more insistent.
“Amanda,” Brad said, his mouth near her ear. “Your phone. It could be about your car.”
“Oh, crap,” she said, sitting up, instantly alert. How had she forgotten about her car? She slid off Brad and tried to grab the comforter to cover herself, but Brad was on top of it. In the midst of her struggles, her cell stopped ringing. Amanda let out a frustrated breath. “I need my car.”
She headed across the room for her phone, nudity forgotten as her mind raced with worries. Worst case, she didn’t get the replacement vehicle and she’d have to take a cab to work. She doubted the paper would cover both the rental costs and cab fare, which would no doubt cost a fortune.
The bedside phone rang. Amanda sprang into action, climbing back onto the bed and crawling over Brad. He grabbed the receiver and handed it to her.
The front desk informed her she had a visitor, a rental agent. “I have to get dressed,” she said. “I need about ten minutes.”