rested her forehead against the wall. The submissive position made his brain sing with lust. The way her ass quivered under the micro shorts nearly undid him. Beyond the hem, he could see the shadow of her pussy, a glint of wetness.
He slid his fingers inside and found the crease between her legs and the drenched bit of fabric that formed the crotch of the shorts. He used it the way he’d used her top, sliding it back across her clit to stimulate and madden her.
With a low cry, she arched her hips back in eager invitation. Take me. Take me hard.
Abso-fucking-lutely. Just as soon as he’d finished driving her mad with lust. He reached around her, under her shirt, and found the nipples he’d already teased. Still erect, still swollen, still eager for his touch. She jolted as he spanned his hand across them, nipple to nipple.
“God, Darius.” Her groan tore right from her core. Her body trembled and shook. Her ass nestled right between his thighs, such a wicked temptation. With the hand that wasn’t on her nipples, he toyed with her clit. Each pulse and swell sent a shot of adrenaline through him. He slid a finger inside her, glorying in the wet heat he discovered. He brought it out to smear across her clit as he rubbed.
She buried a shriek in the crook of her arm.
“I got you, baby. I got you,” he told her roughly.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d stashed there. With his teeth, he tore it open, keeping one hand clamped on her pussy. The old one-handed condom roll.
When he was completely sheathed, he set both hands on her hips and tilted her ass toward him. He pulled down her shorts and let his hands linger on the bare, pale skin of her ass. God, she was something. The light and shadows playing across the globes of her ass, and the valley between, were sheer erotic beauty. She should have posed for that damn Kama Sutra rug.
He slid a finger along the seam of her sex, capturing a trickle of moisture and the pulse of her excitement. His cock jumped in response to the incredible silky heat. Inside. He needed to be inside.
He guided himself to her entrance and paused there, giving her a chance to adjust her position. She widened her legs, tilted her hips. “Come on,” she urged him in a voice like a hit of adrenaline. “Fuck me.”
Damn.
He thrust inside, hard enough to make her jolt, but easy enough to make her sigh. “Oh yes, that’s amazing, Darius. Oh my God. Right there.”
He found an angle that hit a spot he knew she liked—he’d catalogued it the other night. He added pressure on her lower belly with his right hand. There. That was the spot. Pinned between his cock and a hard hand. Thrust. Thrust again. Grit his teeth against the crazy pleasure that tried to capsize him before they reached their peak. Thrust again. Nibble her earlobe. Growl random words in her ear. Fucking hot. Come, baby. Come hard. I can do this all night, honey. And I will. I’ll fuck you so long and hard we won’t leave this house for a week.
When she finally exploded, she let out a cry of ecstasy that she forgot to muffle. She quickly bit it off into a series of whimpers as her body pulsed around him. Her tight muscular channel gripped him hard, demanding everything from him.
And he gave it to her. Every bit of him. The orgasm detonated through him with blinding force. He clamped his jaw shut against the shout that tried to burst from his chest. Holy hell, he wanted to yell. Holy frickin’ hell.
When they came back to themselves, he drew up her shorts and rolled the condom off his penis. “Stay right where you are,” he whispered in her ear. She spread her arms wide against the wall and leaned against it.
“You melted all my bones. I’m stuck here.” She looked so adorably sleepy that he grinned. He ducked into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. He looked at himself in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize the crazy-eyed, wildly satisfied man he saw there. When was the last time he’d looked that alive? That happy to be alive?
Probably around the time that Dylan was being conceived.
He came back to the hallway and heard a soft snore from Kate’s limp form. Had she actually fallen asleep with her face