“See? That’s exactly what—”
I cover her mouth with my hand. “I don’t want income so I can leave you.” I stroke her lips and move my hand to her hair. “I’m a proud man, Laynee. I can’t sit here on my ass and live off your money. That’s not the way I’m built. I need to feel like I’m contributing. I need to know I can support you and protect you in every way.”
Her eyes soften, and she melts against me with a heavy sigh. “You still haven’t said why. Why me?”
“If you want me to wax poetic, you got the wrong guy. My feelings are simple. My stomach hurts when I think about sleeping without you. I get moody and sulky when you lock yourself in your office. I hate when I don’t have access to you. Because I fucking love to look at you. I even enjoy listening to you ramble on about shit. You don’t bore me. In fact, I can’t think of a single second I’ve been bored in the past five months. That’s pretty fucking novel for a man like me. And right now, your tight cunt is squeezing the fuck out of my dick, and there isn’t another goddamn place I’d rather be.”
“That’s…” Her lashes drift downward, shielding her eyes. “That’s a better answer than I expected.”
She rewards me by shifting her hips and slowly riding my cock. I let her rock and grind until my need to devour her shreds my self-control. Flipping her onto her back, I give her my dick the way we both need it—hard, uncivilized, and full of fire.
Her throaty moans tighten my balls. I capture her mouth and kiss her with the same urgency and vigor as the hammer of my hips. I feed on her sexy sounds and roll with the undulation of her killer body. When the coiling impulse to come grips the base of my spine, I fight it back. I’m not ready for this to end. I’ll never be done with this woman.
Sex isn’t love. Not for men like you.
She’s wrong. I’ve fucked so many women, too many, and it’s never felt like this. It was always about chasing the release and getting the hell out of Dodge. But with Laynee, I want to stay right here, inside her, with her. Forget the orgasm. Every thrust into her body is an expression of deep, strong, possessive, mind-over-body insanity. If that isn’t love, then the damn concept doesn’t exist.
“I don’t want to come.” I drive into her, pressing against the back of her pussy, aching for her to feel me the way I feel her.
“You have to, Decker.” She bites at my lips then kisses me deeply, passionately, the only way she knows how. “I’ll take it personally if you don’t.”
I wrap her legs around my waist and savor her whimpers and husky little breaths as she digs her heels into my ass.
“We’ll do it together.” I lift her chin, forcing her gaze to mine.
She nods, swallows. “I’m close.”
“You’re going to look at me when you come.”
“Okay.” Her forehead pinches in concentration, and her tits bounce against my chest, teasing and tormenting.
“You have such a great rack.”
“You talk too much.” Her pinched lips slip beneath a grin before flattening again.
“I want to know—”
“Shut it.” She closes her eyes.
“What goes on in that sexy head when you’re trying to come?”
She sighs. Then her eyes focus on mine, and her pupils are so big they swallow the blue. “I think about how huge and hard your cock is and how lucky I am to have it ramming inside me.” She gasps on the next thrust and fists her hands in my hair. “I think about how the thundering sound of your heart means you’re into this. Into me. I imagine you being so desperate for me that you’d punch anyone who tries to come between us and this amazing feeling. You’d battle an army of Gladiators, fight off a pack of wolves—”
“Gladiators and wolves?”
“Shh. This is my fantasy.” She tightens the muscles in her pussy, making my eyes roll back in my head. “You’d snarl and growl and bare your fangs, marking your territory, protecting me from danger, all while finding pleasure in my body. And you keep coming back for more. Because this means something to you. And maybe, just maybe you’ll…” Her lashes lower. “Stay.”
Christ, this woman. I grab the back of her head and kiss her until there’s no oxygen left in the room. Until the crescendo of her moans rise in volume and intensity, and her body trembles on the peak of release.
“This means everything to me.” I kiss her again then pull her head back to stare into her eyes and watch her explode. I fall with her, instantly, violently, shooting my load and roaring to the ceiling. The force of it stops my heart and stuns me into a breathless stupor. It takes me several minutes to gather my bearings. I have just enough energy left to roll us on the couch so that she’s on top and not crushed by my weight.