have your attention,” he said, “I think we need to make a few things clear.”
“We do?”
“One, you’re amazing in bed. I haven’t thought of anything else since. No tips needed. Not a damn one.”
The words clung to her in the worst way. Made her want. Gave her hope. Set her up for the worst fall. She swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. “Sawyer Chase, renowned playboy, has been thinking about sex. This is news?”
“I’ve been thinking about you, sweetheart. Which brings us to point number two. I don’t want you thinking that was all part of a game.”
“You don’t play games,” she reminded him. “You have sex; you move on.”
“This time I count to seven first.”
Something silly—something like hope—bloomed. “Can I get a written affidavit?”
“You can spread your legs. Now.”
She almost laughed. Then she caught the look in his eyes. “Are you serious?”
“I’m serious that I want you. If you aren’t interested, say the word. Otherwise, yes, I’m serious.”
“But dinner…”
“Sweetheart, I’ve done nothing but think of you since I last crawled out of this bed. I promise it won’t take long.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, when you put it like that, at least take off my skirt so I can wear it later.”
He obliged, then shed his pants. Sort of. They landed somewhere around his ankles. By then, he had already rolled on a condom and found her wet and ready for him.
The moment he entered her felt like coming home. The sweetly familiar length overtook her, and her body quickly picked up where the last orgasm still lingered. The build happened quickly, and just like that, she was clutching his back while he moved inside her, the pure electrification of orgasm teasing her as surely as he pumped, heavy and thick, between her legs.
Having him there filled a void that had nothing to do with anatomy—not even one as impressive as his. His utter possession of her body threatened to wreck her, and she knew he wouldn’t be around to pick up the pieces. But she cherished the ride anyway.
He fastened onto one of her nipples, and the sudden shock made her cry out. And drag him in closer. She was crazy. Crazy. But the way he feasted, pinching and sucking and nibbling, she’d be just as crazy to say no. Fortunately she wouldn’t have to. He’d move on to someone else in no time, and she’d be left there with her memories.
The thought stung. She pushed it away and lifted her hips, changing the angle at which he drove into her.
“Christ, Kelsie.” He grunted and slammed into her harder, then harder still. He’d elevated her whimpering G-spot orgasm from earlier into the equivalent of a tidal wave. For a moment, she felt like a casual observer, standing on the beach, realizing by the unusual pull of the water that something big was about to happen, but having no concept of its depth. Not even when the wall began to come down did it really hit her. Nope, not until she was caught in the mother of all riptides, sputtering and gasping for air, unsure of which way to claw for salvation, did she realize just how deep she was in it.
And he in her. It went beyond physical. It scared her, but she wasn’t sure which was worse…running toward him, or running away. Her sense of preservation had gotten lost in the haze of orgasm, and she wasn’t sure she wanted out.
“That was amazing,” she said. Her ears rang. Her pinkie toe twitched. He’d even rocked the polish off her right ring finger. She’d definitely never experienced a thrust that could do that.
“I noticed.” He grinned, then flipped to his back, dragging her with him. She landed on top, and he quickly pulled her down. They were still connected, yet another new angle added to their shared repertoire. But she didn’t have time to reflect on that, because he’d started a sensual exploration of her mouth that made her want to weep. He wound his tongue with hers, alternately sucking her in, then teasing her with light kisses. Without thinking, she was moving on top of him, the incredible length and girth of his erection managing to touch her everywhere at once.
“Fuck.” He hissed a breath when she increased the movement, driving her hips just enough for him to feel it without losing the sensual pace.
“You really need to expand your vocabulary,” she teased. As she spoke, she sat back and ground her hips in a circular