the past ever happened. It’s just us. Him inside me, filling me. No past, no secrets, just us.
“That’s it, Dirty Girl. Take my cock,” he praises, as he grinds my hips over his cock. He digs his fist in my hair and tugs, arching my body into him. With each thrust, he slams deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me fall to pieces around him.
His thumb finds purchase on my clit again, and he strokes in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me, baby,” he grits, and all it takes is a few more pumps inside me, then my walls are clamping around him, and I’m coming again. His grip on my hip tightens, and I know he’s close.
“Baz,” I moan, as my body shudders around him. That does him in. Baz empties himself inside me, his grip tightening on me, damn near crushing me.
His thrusts slow, and we both look down at the mess between my legs when he pulls out. Our gazes lock, and I expect him to leave me. To turn back into that cold jerk I’ve been dealing with the last few days, but he doesn’t. He flops back on the bed next me, trying to catch his breath.
When our breathing has slowed, I roll onto my side, facing him. He doesn’t move his body, but he does crane his neck toward me, watching me as closely as I’m watching him. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I don’t know how. I can’t seem to find my voice after what just happened. My chest squeezes as I trace his features with my eyes, taking in all the parts of him that I missed. His beautiful eyes are what I’ve longed for the most. They’re lighter than I’ve ever seen them.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. Three words that I have no business uttering. But I feel them. I’ve felt them for a long time, and I’ve been lying to myself. Trying to talk myself into believing I don’t care about this man. I don’t voice any of those thoughts, though. I’m too afraid of rejection. Instead, I clear my throat, reaching my hand out and gliding it through his soft hair.
“What was all that about?”
He lifts one of his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, still not taking his eyes off me. It’s almost like he thinks I’ll disappear if he so much as blinks.
I lick my lips, suddenly feeling unsettled just thinking about what I let happen. I let a woman kiss me. I let her fuck me with her mouth, and Christ in heaven, it felt good. I would’ve rather had Baz’s mouth on me, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t completely disgusted or put off by her touch, and that frightens me.
“Are threesomes really that important to men?” I ask, thinking about the night at his penthouse when I caught him with those two women.
Baz scoffs as if I should know better. “That wasn’t about wanting another woman in my bed, Mackenzie. That was about seeing if I could handle someone else’s on hands on you. Woman or not.”
My breath catches, something akin to hope filling my chest. “And what’s the verdict?”
“I can’t,” he says, growing serious. “I won’t share you, and I most certainly won’t give you up. The thought of anyone touching you, male or female, drives me insane. It makes me murderous.”
My heart thumps wildly at his admission, and God help me, I must be insane because his words make me happy. They fill the void that’s been burning a hole through my chest. They fill my stomach with butterflies because that means he still wants me, maybe just as much as I want him.
Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I slide my hand across his chest and down, down, until I’m gripping his cock. His shaft is still coated with my juices, and as I stroke him from root to tip, he starts to harden again, almost immediately. A growl rumbles in his chest, and I roll over, climbing on top of him. Our gazes lock as I press the tip of his cock against my entrance, then slide down. His hands settle on my hips, but he doesn’t do anything else. He lets me own this round.
Resting my hands on his chest, I ride him well into the night, making up for lost time. I keep those three words locked inside me, still too afraid of the repercussions if