two of them, the intensity of their need for each other that spanned years—became all that existed.
Because this was everything good in the world.
Then it hit her. “Condom,” she said, crisply. “We need a condom.”
He furrowed his brow. “I thought you were on—”
She didn’t want to have this conversation. Didn’t want to even tread near it. “I am. But can we just use—”
He cut her off. “Say no more,” he said, grabbing his wallet and finding one quickly. He rolled it on. “Spread your legs on my desk so I can see those shoes.”
She obliged, hooking her spikes on the edge of his desk, opening her legs wide for him.
“Mmm... these legs,” he murmured, running a hand from her knee to her thigh. “In these stockings. And this skirt.” He pushed her skirt all the way to her waist so it bunched up. “And this beautiful, perfect pussy just for me.”
He teased at her entrance, sliding the head along her slick heat. “Take me,” she said, a flush darkening her chest as her nipples hardened to tight peaks. “Take me now.”
Every atom in her buzzed. Her cells were no longer made of molecules. They were comprised of desire and lust. There was no more waiting, no more time. She needed only this, only now. Mercifully, he sank into her.
“Oh God,” she cried out, and roped her arms around his neck. His eyes blazed darkly at her, so hot, so full of the same raw and primal need. He stilled himself when he was all the way in, letting her feel him, letting her adjust to his size.
“It feels so good,” she moaned. “I want you so much.”
“I have never wanted anyone like this,” he said, moving in her.
“Me, too,” she said, gasping with each thrust.
“I have never been so in love.”
She gripped his neck, dug her nails into his skin. “Never. I’ve never felt like this.” Her world spun silver and gold. The intensity of him inside her drove her wild. Her heart beat in a frenzy.
“I fucking love you more than I did the first time,” he said on a powerful thrust. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she squeezed her eyes closed. She rocked her hips up into him, chasing even more pleasure.
“The same,” she said, barely able to form words anymore. The fire roared through her, her center an inferno. “I feel the same.”
He grabbed her hips, yanked her up to him, deeper, harder. “Fucking you is like coming home.”
Her body jolted with each delicious thrust. Her heart pumped wildly as he drove into her, burying himself. “Deeper,” she panted. “More.”
“Lie back,” he told her, pressing a hand on her chest, lowering her spine to his desk. She lay flat, and he cast his gaze to his shoulders. “You know where I want you, babe. Show me how flexible you are. Show me how you can bend that body for me.”
She grinned wickedly as she hooked her legs up on his shoulders, wrapping them behind his neck. He practically climbed onto the desk, his knees on the wood, and he took her.
He just fucking took her. Her spine dug into the wood as he fucked her. His hands curled around her head as he drove into her. His cock hit that spot inside her that sent her galloping closer to the cliff. She felt him everywhere.
Every thrust consumed her. He filled her completely, and he owned her body with his. The world rotated on its axis again, as Brent Nichols fucked the last ten years of missing, the last ten years of longing, the last ten years without him, right out of her.
Time was crushed to pieces in the way he took her.
She could barely move, and she didn’t care. Couldn’t care. All she wanted was to give herself to him. All he ever wanted was her. And she gave, and she gave, and she gave.
Her back scraped the desk as the friction drove her to the edge. “Please,” she called out, as tremors of lust slammed into her, assaulting her with pleasure and sending her flying as her body detonated. The world slipped away into bliss, into ecstasy, into the end of missing-the-love-of-your-fucking-life.
There was no more missing. There was only having.
He held her harder, gripped her head. “I love you,” he grunted as he thrust, reaching his own release. “I fucking love you so much.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Travis looked dazed and confused.
He slumped against the wall, watching a woman in red walk away. Brent headed over