the floor. He undid the closure on his pants, and took his shoes, socks, pants and underwear down to the ground. And then she could see him. Fully naked, fully erect.
Hands down the biggest guy she’d ever seen.
He was stunning.
She’d thought so the first time, too. But now she had a moment to really look. And...
Truly, he was beautiful. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her again.
He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. And something, a small alarm bell, went off in the back of her mind. She dismissed it. Pushed it to the side.
He tore it open, rolling it onto his length before positioning himself at the entrance of her body. Those green eyes, her adversary’s eyes, meeting her as he slid inside her, inch by agonizing inch. She felt full, of him, of desire. Of need. She had been so ready for him that she let her head fall back, a deep sigh of pleasure on her lips.
And then he began to move, slow and languid at first, letting her feel each delicious inch of him on his slow glide out, and back in.
And then it all became harder, more frantic, a desperate race to completion. She wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him thrust deeper, harder. And she arched against him each time, meeting his every thrust, chasing a second climax, which before, for her, had been unheard of.
But it was Creed.
It was Creed making her feel these things.
And when their eyes met again, and she saw the hollow bleakness there, she felt him all the way down in her soul.
She kissed him.
She kissed him deep and long and hard, and she tried to...to give him some of the wonder and pleasure inside her. Because if he could feel her pain, then maybe he could feel her pleasure, too.
She didn’t want him to be hurt. And he was. She could see it.
And even if it was over another woman... Well, Wren wasn’t his woman. Not really. This was just sex. And she would make it the best ever. She would make sure she took away some of his loneliness. Some of his bleakness.
She got a perverse kind of pleasure out of that. That she, a woman he didn’t even like, might give him something that the woman he had once loved denied him.
Wren was making assumptions. But she was pretty sure she was assuming right.
He thrust into her, hitting the spot deep inside that sent sparks shooting off behind her eyes, made her come so hard she could scarcely breathe. And then he followed right along with her, shaking and shuddering his pleasure as he came deep inside her.
And she just held him for a while. Pressed his head against her breasts as they both lay there breathing heavily.
She didn’t want it to be over.
“We’re just getting started,” he mumbled, and she wondered if she had said the words out loud.
She was afraid she might have.
“You wanted to be on top, remember?” he mumbled.
“Yes, but I think you killed me. I’m too weak.”
“I have food,” he said. “I have cake.”
She lifted her head. “How do you have cake?”
“My sister. She makes excellent cakes.”
“Well, I could have some cake.”
“If you eat my cake, I’m going to expect you to put out.”
“I will put out for cake.”
“Will you ride me?”
“Only if you promise that later you’ll tie me to that headboard.”
She was shocked by the words as they came out of her mouth. Because she’d never wanted anything quite like that before. And at first it had just been to dare him, but now she found she really wanted it.
“I think that’s a deal I can stick to.”
And some of the bleakness from his eyes did seem to be gone, so she supposed she had accomplished her goal.
She wouldn’t think about what would happen after tonight.
She didn’t want to.
Tonight, she just wanted to be the Wren she was becoming with him. Tonight, she wanted to be new.
Tonight, she wanted to be with Creed.
Five
It had been two weeks since he’d last had Wren Maxfield in his bed. Two weeks, and she was all he could think about.
It was starting to impact...well, everything. His work, his sleep, his ability to be a halfway decent person and not be an absolute dick anytime someone in his family wanted to talk to him.
He wanted her again, but he didn’t know how to justify it. Sure, they were going to be working together on that big cross-winery event, but