Sterling (Carolina Reapers 6)

She shook her head and hooked an ankle over my waist. “You’re perfect. Now take me, Jansen.” Her hips rocked slightly.

I rolled mine slow and steady, pushing through the velvet muscles of the tightest pussy I’d ever felt in my life until she took me completely.

She gasped, but there was no pain in her eyes as I gave her a moment to adjust, sweat beading in a fine layer on my skin from the effort of holding back and fighting every instinct in my body to move.

“You feel incredible,” she whispered then arched up to kiss me.

I sank into the kiss as I rocked my hips gently, setting an easy, soft pace. She was so damned small, and I wasn’t exactly a little guy. She moaned into the kiss and met me thrust for thrust.

Slow. Easy. Gentle. I was dying, dying, at the pleasure of being inside her. My entire body was alive and humming with electricity.

“You won’t break me, Jansen.” She skimmed her hands down my sides until she grasped my ass.

“I’m. Trying. To. Be—”

“Just be you. Stop holding back.” She forced her hips up and pulled me into her on the next thrust, sending me hard and deep. I groaned. So did she.

That sound unraveled the last of my control.

I took her with hard, deep, long strokes that brought me close to the stars with every thrust. She squeezed tight around me, meeting me for every move, our bodies sliding and colliding over and over.

It was too good. Too hot. Too consuming. I couldn’t stop. Her whimpers turned to soft, keening little cries as she scratched at my back, urging me on. When her body drew tight again, her eyes flaring slightly as if surprised, I pushed the back of her thigh, opening her wider, and stroked even deeper.

“Jansen…” She clutched my shoulders as her legs shook, and I worked my fingers between us as I took her faster, climbing that same peak with her as lightning shot down my spine. I strummed her clit and felt her convulse around my cock just as my own orgasm took hold, shooting me straight to the stars.

I think I blacked out for a minute because when I came to, I’d shifted so she was at my side, both of our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath.

“That was…” She stroked her thumb across my lower lip. “That was not overrated.”

I laughed and pulled her close. “That was the best I’ve ever had in my life. And maybe the loudest,” I teased.

She grinned, but then it slipped slightly. “You don’t think anyone heard me, do you?”

“I think we’re okay.” Hotel walls were only so thick, but I doubted anyone would recognize London’s cries, especially since I was the only guy to get her screaming like that.

“Good.” Worry dulled the heavy-lidded satisfaction in her eyes. “We just have to keep this quiet. I don’t even want to think about what Caz or—”

I kissed her softly, stopping her words. “London, I have no problem keeping this between us. But baby, I need it to be just that—between us.” My fingers brushed back her hair, and I cradled her head. “I don’t know what this is, but I do know I’m sick at the thought of anyone else touching you.”

She pushed at my chest, and I let her roll me to my back as she smiled down at me. “Then the same goes for you.”

“Already does.” I pulled her into another kiss and we started all over again.

By the time I woke the next morning, it was seven a.m., and my bed was empty, which made sense seeing that London was hell-bent on keeping our private activities, well, private. Didn’t mean that waking up without her didn’t suck. It did.

I showered, dressed, and headed down to the lobby to grab breakfast. We had the second game of the series today, and I wasn’t the last Reaper to the private dining room, but I wasn’t exactly the first, either.

“Saved you a seat,” Briggs said, smacking me on the back as he walked by with his food, pointing toward the table in the corner where Cannon and Sawyer already sat.

A laugh I’d know anywhere sounded from the opposite side of the room, and my gaze found her with all the effort of a compass and the North Pole.

London sat with her brother on one side and Maxim on the other, laughing at something Caz had said. Her cheeks were pink, and her eyes bright as they locked with mine.

Too many emotions to name barreled through me.

I wanted to kiss her, to ask how she was feeling. Hell, I wanted to carry her back up to my room and go for round five…or was it six? But more than all that, I wanted to be the one she was laughing with at breakfast.