Buttons and Lace (Buttons 1)

He moaned against my mouth, his cock twitching in response. He kneaded my cheeks, squeezing them and massaging them aggressively. “Your pussy is always so wet for me, Button. Just me.”

“Yes...” My body never reacted to anyone else like that. I was never that aroused. Even when I lost my virginity, I wasn’t that excited. Crow brought out the strongest emotions in me, from hatred to passion. They were all so extreme they felt like the same emotion.

“I can’t wait to fill you...so much come.”

The tender area between my legs burned. I’d never wanted a man’s come more than I wanted his. I thrust onto his length harder, feeling my own orgasm approach. “I want you to come with me.”

He sucked my bottom lip then bit it with his teeth. He thrust into me harder, stretching my legs apart with his weight. His thick cock rubbed against my clitoris with every stroke, pushing me closer to the edge.

I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Come for me.”

I gripped his shoulders for balance as my pussy constricted tightly around him. My entire body tensed as the avalanche of pleasure radiated through my body. It started deep in my core then spread like wildfire everywhere else. I was drenched in sweat and exhausted, but I didn’t want to stop. It felt too damn good.

His cock hardened inside me as he released. I could feel the squirts fill me deep inside, his heavy come sitting exactly where it belonged. It was warm and thick. I’d never willingly let a man come inside me before. He was the first, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever done.

Crow’s eyes lost their darkness once the heat had dissipated. His cock softened inside me, but he still stretched me with his natural thickness. He wrapped his arm around my waist and rolled me to the bed. The knife was placed on the nightstand, out of the way so neither one of us would roll on it.

Like nothing happened, he curled up beside me and closed his eyes. My leg was hooked around his waist, and his arm was still around my ribs. Now that the fun was over, he wasn’t worried I might make another attempt on his life. He didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing could touch him. He fell asleep almost instantly, his warm body keeping me comfortable.

I stared at his face before my eyes closed. The scowl left his lips once again and his eyes softened. They didn’t hold the strain of a criminal. He returned to being a man.

A man I’d never met.

***

I hadn’t gotten a good night of sleep like that since the last time I slept in my own bed. There were no nightmares to make me jolt upright in bed. There were no dreams that made me cry silently in my sleep. All I felt was peace. Crow’s arms were wrapped tightly around me all night long.

It was the first time I felt safe.

The next morning, his alarm went off, and he slipped out of bed. The second his body was gone, the bed felt a little colder. He walked into his bathroom and showered to get ready for the day.

I pulled the sheets tighter around me to fight off the cold and slipped back into sleep. It seemed like mere seconds when he was out of the shower and putting on one of his designer suits. He pulled the jacket over his massive shoulders and placed the flashy watch on his wrist. He eyed himself in the mirror, checking for wrinkles in his clothing. He looked like a model for Armani about to hit the runway. His confidence permeated the air, slicing through it like a sword.

I sat up in bed and pulled the sheets over my chest to stay warm. I loved watching him move. He had the kind of grace that still seemed innately masculine. He carried himself like royalty with the air of pretentiousness. He owned everything in every room he walked into. That kind of power was sexy—even if I refused to admit it.

He spotted me in the reflection of the mirror. He adjusted his tie, making it perfect enough to display on a mannequin. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” The knife still sat on his nightstand. The steel glinted under the light of the lamp. The memory of last night came back to me. I came here to kill him, but instead, I fucked him like I needed him.

He came around the bed then leaned down to kiss me. He didn’t seem to care if I had morning breath. He kissed me just the way he would during our evenings together.

I melted at his touch, turning to butter on a hot roll. My hands gripped his arms because I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to strip off those expensive clothes and pull him on top of me.