prevent each stroke and glide from sending more and more pleasure streaking through her. She could come from just this. From just his mouth and fingers and riding his cock.
“Back pocket,” he snapped, abandoning her breasts to capture her mouth again. “Get my wallet and take the condom out.” Impatient fingers dropped to her thighs, gathering her dress around her hips. “Now, Charlotte.”
“No,” she breathed, flattening her palms against his chest and pushing. He jerked his head up, his eyes blazing down into hers. She shoved again, and he stepped back, and in spite of the disbelief flaring in his gaze, gently lowered her to the floor. “Not yet.”
And she dropped to her knees.
“Fuck.” His groan reverberated in the room, and he didn’t stop her as she loosened the tab on his pants. Instead he slapped his hands to the wall, looming over her. She tipped her head back, meeting his narrowed stare as she lowered the zipper, dipped her hand inside his black boxer briefs and pulled him free. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do,” she murmured, rubbing a thumb over the swollen and already slick head. “I need this. And so do you.”
Without hesitation, she took him inside her. Their twin moans filtered through the air, followed by his sharp bark of pleasure. Or was it pain?
Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the earthy taste, the soft and steely texture, the heavy density of him. How he filled her mouth to overflowing. She fisted the bottom half of his cock, pumping it in a steady rhythm, her lips bumping her fingers on the tail end of each stroke.
“So good,” she whispered, dragging her tongue up his length. “I’d forgotten how good you taste.”
“Are you trying to make me come right here in this pretty mouth, baby?” He cupped her cheek, the tender gesture belying the roughness of his voice. “Keep talking like that, and I will.”
“I want all of you,” she confessed on a low rasp before sucking him back in. He probably assumed she meant his sex, his body, the rapture they gave each other. But she didn’t. She yearned for everything. His body. His touch. His time. His laughter.
His heart.
Even as she pleasured him, tears glinted her eyes. Because part of her knew this would probably be all they could have. Too many words, bruises and wounds stood between them. Too many secrets.
Desperation plowed into her, and to battle it, she swallowed him deeper, his tip hitting the back of her throat.
“Enough,” he snarled, jerking free, and cuffing her upper arms he hauled her to her feet. “I want inside you,” he muttered, hurriedly removing his wallet and a condom. In moments, he sheathed himself and lifted her back in his arms, his hands cupping her ass. “Take me inside, baby.”
Breath blasting in and out of her swollen lips, she reached between them, encircled his erect flesh, pulled the wet panel of her panties aside and guided it to her entrance. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted herself and sank down. Until all of him was firmly surrounded by her.
Oh, God. She buried her face against his throat. As often as they’d had sex since that first time at The Bellamy, she’d become used to him. But she’d never become used to how completely he filled her. Branded her. Completed her.
“Move,” she ordered. Begged. “Please, move.”
Pressing her harder against the wall, Ross grabbed her hair and tugged her head up. “I want to watch it,” he said, his gaze roaming over her face.
She didn’t need to ask the definition of “it.” Because when his hips drew back, then thrust into her, and she cried out, lips parting, eyes closing, he murmured, “That’s it.”
He didn’t grant her any mercy. Using the leverage of the wall, he slammed into her over and over again, alternating between slow, dirty grinds and hard, abrupt strokes. Each time he buried himself in the core of her, the base of his cock massaged the top of her sex, agitating the bundle of nerves there. The slap of skin punctuated the air along with his grunts and her hoarse cries. He dragged her to the edge of the abyss, and she fought it, then willingly went.
She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but break.
And God, did she.
She erupted, shaking and seizing in his arms, flinging herself into ecstasy with no care of how she landed. If she landed. Her sex clamped down on his cock, and