“You don’t have to—” She leaned in and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back. “Jesus Christ, Daisy.”
Letting out a sexy laugh, she closed her lips around him, slowly sliding his cock inside her mouth. The muscles in his stomach clenched tight, and sweat immediately broke out on his forehead because it felt like heaven, and it was going to take every ounce of control not to come. She knew what the hell she was doing down there, and that made him equal parts grateful and jealous…maybe a little more of the latter.
Rolling her tongue over him, she sucked harder, closing her hand around the base. Her fingers teased his balls, touching them gently, and he gritted his teeth, trying to think of something—anything—that would distract him from the torturous pleasure she was giving him. Baseball. Football. His fantasy football league. Who Elsa’s spirit animal was.
Nothing worked.
“Enough,” he growled, tugging her off by the hair and dropping to his knees in front of her. “I can’t take it anymore.”
She licked her damp lips. “But—”
“Daisy…” Shaking his head, he grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, cutting her off. When she knelt there, wearing nothing more than a pair of pajama pants and a pout, he cupped his hands on either side of her face. “I’m not looking for more than tonight, or for anything serious, but if I did want more? It would be with you. I just thought you should know.”
She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed the distance between them and kissed him, resting her hands on his chest, dangerously close to his heart. He climbed over her body, not minding her silence to his uncharacteristic statement. Lowering her to the floor, he reached for his khakis. He’d shoved a condom in his pocket before coming here, just in case. He rolled the condom on, his mouth never leaving hers, because he needed to fucking kiss her.
Needed to remember her taste.
And how soft her lips were under his.
Tossing the wrapper aside, he tugged her pajama pants off and groaned when he found out she didn’t have panties underneath. He’d never know what color she’d been wearing today, but now he would always know she slept without panties on, and picture that when he lay in bed alone at night, with nothing but his hand to keep him company. He’d tried to do that tonight. Had attempted to jerk off to forget about her. It hadn’t worked.
Clearly.
Her skin was soft under his fingers as he skimmed them up the inside of her leg, slowly inching his way up to her core. Everything about her was addicting. Her taste. Her smile. Her laugh. Her damn red hair. The way her eyes lit up when she laid down a challenge. When he cupped her and slid a finger inside her wetness, she cried out, bending her legs and lifting her hips in invitation.
“Mark…” she breathed into his mouth, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Please.”
He nodded, thrusting a finger fully inside her, pressing his thumb against her clit. She cried out, arching her back, and desire took over him as a soft, rosy hue of pleasure crept into her cheeks. He slid down her body, kissing her skin as he went. “You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s ridiculous.”
“I—argh.”
He lowered his head between her thighs as he thrust two fingers inside her, curving them just right. She screamed his name, lifting her hips, rocking against him wildly, and the walls of her pussy clamped down on his fingers tightly as she came. His cock throbbed to be deep inside her, but he held himself back, circling his tongue over her gently, bringing her over that edge again. She let out a strangled cry, tears streaming down her face, legs trembling.
Then, and only then, he stopped, positioned himself in between her legs, and kissed her as he slammed into her with one hard, smooth stroke. And he found heaven. Fucking. Heaven. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on to him as if she would never let go.
But she would.
And so would he.
Growling possessively, he cupped her ass, tilted her hips up, and fucked her without even a hint of restraint. Any control he held on to, any he’d hoped to hold on to, disappeared the second she’d wrapped her mouth around him. He didn’t have to worry about being careful, or tender, or soft. She liked it just the way he liked it. Out of control. Hard. Wild.
He smashed his mouth on hers, digging his fingers into her tender skin, and she came, crying out and arching her back. Her hard-tipped breasts brushed his chest, and he gritted his teeth, thrusting inside her again and pressing his fingers over her sensitive clit. The second he touched her, she went from relaxed completion to clinging to him, scratching her nails down his chest and abs, and letting out the sexiest damn scream he’d ever heard in his life.
He kept moving inside her until she came again, and as her walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock, he finally let himself come, too. The whole room, hell, the whole world, faded away until all that was left was her, wrapped around him, and her soft skin pressed to his. He dropped his forehead to hers, took a shaky breath, and then pulled back, staring down at her.
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes were shut, and her red, swollen lips were parted as she breathed rapidly. She was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. He should feel guilty for thinking that, because he’d loved Tina with all his heart, but Daisy…
Damn, she was gorgeous.
She lifted her lids, meeting his gaze. When she saw him staring, she swallowed and smiled. “Take a picture. It lasts longer.”
“I would, if you let me.” He cocked his head. “Wait, was that permiss—?”
“Hell, no,” she said, smacking his arm and laughing.
He laughed, too, as he pulled out of her, pushing himself to his feet easily. It wasn’t until he was upright that he realized what this feeling, this warmth he felt around her, was. It was happiness. Daisy made him…happy. It was a weird sensation.
One he wasn’t entirely comfortable with.