He reached around her waist and between her legs, finding the spot where she stretched wide to accommodate him. Come for me, he ordered.
Sable couldn’t even whimper when she came again. Her throat closed like a fist, as did her cunt, which clamped down on the massive cock riding her in an endless convulsion of pleasure.
Sable! Derek’s stunned cry filled her mind, as he came hard and furious, his hands at her waist shaking, his breath heaving in great bellows, his shaft jerking violently inside her.
He collapsed against her back and her legs slid out from under them, shaking too much to support their weight. He pulled her from the hyperdrive shaft and rolled, spooning behind her as they both struggled to breathe.
Sable could have fallen asleep there on the floor, if Derek hadn’t picked her up and carried her to the shower. Sated and tired, she leaned her body against his as he soaped her down and washed her hair. As his large hands glided over her skin, kneading in a way meant to soothe rather than arouse, she admitted she could get used to this kind of pampering.
“Does a good fuck always put you in such a generous mood?” she asked, as he rinsed her hair.
His lips curved in a sexy grin, but it was the tenderness in his gaze that stopped her heart. “Just good?”
“Okay, great,” she amended.
“Just great?” he teased, as he began to soap his muscled chest.
Damn. Damn. Damn. He was so hot with his soapy hands caressing those beautiful muscles and water dripping from his raven hair. She really wanted to keep him.
“Fantastic, stupendous, mind-blowing,” she said through suddenly dry lips. It was ridiculous how badly she craved him.
“Best sex you’ve ever had?” His silvery gaze probed too deeply for the question to be frivolous.
She shifted uncomfortably under the piercing silver stare and tried for levity. “With your libidinous reputation, I wouldn’t think your ego would need any more stroking.”
Derek’s hands stilled and he frowned. “I don’t mind telling you how much I enjoy making love to you.”
Making love. Sable looked down, fighting the feeling of joy that wanted to well up within her. “You know I enjoy it,” she said softly.
“Enough to be with only me? No one else?”
Her gaze flew to his in surprise. Was he serious? Suddenly very nervous, she leaned her back against the cool shower wall trying to create some distance between them. “What exactly are you asking me?”
“I want to try and make this work, Sable.” Derek stepped under the spray to rinse off. “You and me. No one else.”
Her eyes slid shut. He was serious. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She knew what she should say, what her job demanded that she say. But she just couldn’t do it.
“I’d like that,” she whispered. Then she cried out in surprise as Derek pulled her against his chest and rewarded her with a quick, hard kiss.
“Thank God,” he muttered with touching relief.
“I’m not finished.”
He stiffened and pulled back to eye her warily.
Reaching up, she brushed his wet hair off his forehead with an affectionate caress. He had such strong features with his aquiline nose, stubborn jaw and firm lips. She felt safe with him, knowing how prepared he was for everything. Her life had always been chaotic and she often faced ramifications for her rash choices long after they were made. “I don’t want anyone else, Derek. But I can’t become involved with you right now. There are some things I have to take care of first.”
“Like what?” His hands stroked the wet length of her spine possessively.
She tried to explain. “There are things you don’t know…”
“Then tell me.”
“I’m not supposed—”
“I don’t care.”
“You won’t like it.”