Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security 2)

Just this. This is all I need.

“Wren,” I groan when his hips swivel, his cock managing to hit the best parts of me.

“Not going to last,” he hisses, hips moving faster, thrusts becoming harder.

“Yeah,” I say in agreement even though it makes no sense.

Nothing makes sense for me right now. Not gravity or life. Not science or religion. Absolutely nothing.

On instinct, my legs move to surround him, but he has other ideas. I don’t realize he’s commanding me without words until my knees rest in the crooks of his elbows and I’m spread wide. His eyes find mine as he drives into me over and over, his perfect cock hitting that perfect spot.

“Am I going to make you come?”

I nod, my throat too restricted on a trapped moan to form words.

“That’s my girl. Make it count.” He shoves in again, and my eyes flutter closed. “Take it.”

And God do I.

I take all of it. All of his cock. All of the sensation. All of the pleasure.

My body licks at him, sucking him deeper. Tiny muscles flutter and clench.

“Jesus, fuck,” he pants, thrusting in two more times before freezing above me.

The pulse of his cock fights the throbbing of my body, and it’s the most amazing beat I’ve ever felt.

Words aren’t spoken when he falls to the mattress and pulls me against his chest.

It has to be the endorphins because it’s too soon to be falling for this man.Chapter 29Wren

When I was thirteen, heaven was finally saving enough money from mowing lawns to buy my very first game system.

At eighteen, heaven was graduating high school knowing I’d never have to step foot in such an institution again.

At twenty-two, heaven was being recruited and subsequently hired by Deacon Black.

Heaven has transformed and taken on new faces my entire life.

But at twenty-six, waking up with Whitney Nelson in my arms will be the only heaven I’ll ever seek out again.

She’s the holy grail, the end-all be-all for me.

Despite the things going on in her life, despite the fact that we still have more to learn about each other than what we know, there’s absolutely nothing better than the way she shifts in her sleep to get closer. Okay, maybe those little moans she makes when her naked body rubs against mine is heaven.

Deciding it’s the entire package and not just one single thing about her, I hold her tighter.

“We’re going to have to get out of this bed eventually,” I whisper when her breathing shifts and I know she’s awake.

Today can’t be awkward, but I don’t know exactly how to handle this situation. Not once in my life have I woken up with someone in my bed much less my arms.

“No.”

One simple word and she moves closer, something I thought was an impossibility considering she’s plastered against me.

“No?”

She shakes her head, the movement of her cheek on my chest a tease I don’t think she’s ready for. My cock has been hard for her nearly all night, and once, a couple hours after falling asleep, I gave in to the call. The second time included more commands, filthy demands on my part and another shared orgasm that left my sight a little blurry.

“I can’t move.”

“Are you sore?”

Her beautiful face tightened up last night when I pulled free of her the second time, and I’ll feel like an asshole for not reading the right signs.

“A little,” she whispers, her fingers holding me tighter.

With gentle hands, I press against her shoulder so I can look her in the eye.

“You have to tell me when I hurt you, Whitney. This doesn’t work if we’re not honest with each other.”

“I know.” Her eyes fall, but I urge them back up with a crooked finger under her chin.

“Why are you hiding from me? I hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” She swallows. “I’m a little sore.”

Her eyes drop again.

“Tell me.”

“I kind of like it.”

The tips of her ears turn red, and I try to hide my smile. It’s impossible at this point. We’ve been in each other’s arms for hours and that kind of control requires distance.

“Yeah?” She nods, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. “You like feeling me inside of you long after I’m gone?”

“Does that make me naughty?”

“So naughty.”

I want to grab her ass and force her face into my pillows. I want to pound into her until I’m certain she’ll feel the echo of my cock for days, but I don’t. There’s plenty of time for all of that.

I held her last night, letting our mutual exhaustion from the day take over, and I neglected to care for her. Yeah, she assured me she was okay. Fantastic was her actual response, but instead of turning on the lights and making sure with her looking at me rather than falling for her just a little more when she sighed and buried her face in my neck, I held her until we both fell asleep.