Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security #3) - Marie James Page 0,84
top of mine, making sure his hulking frame is supported by his elbows at my head so I’m not crushed. The weight of him nearly kills me. But it’s the closeness, the intimacy that threatens to make the pain bubble from my throat.
“Please don’t,” I beg.
“Remi.” My name is a whisper on his lips, the syllables floating against my sweat-slicked skin like a promise, and it nearly guts me
“Faster. Please fuck me faster.”
He doesn’t listen. He doesn’t go deeper or put more force behind his hips. The bastard maintains his pace, luring an orgasm from my body like someone would persuade a scared kitten out of a corner.
When he groans his own release, I feel no better, no less heartbroken than I did before he opened his door. If anything, coming here only made things worse, refreshing the joy from our other night together. It also doubled the pain I feel when I dress quickly and leave his condo while he’s cleaning up in the bathroom.
Chapter 33
Flynn
My fingers twitch when I step back into the bedroom, a warm washcloth in hand. I know she’s gone, and not like just left the room. She’s no longer in my condo. The air isn’t charged even though the scent of her is still humid in the air.
I huff a laugh and turn to toss the washcloth back in the sink. I could blame the anticipation of chasing her for the straining erection jutting from my hips, but that bastard was ready for round two before I discovered she escaped.
With a smile wide enough to hurt, I get dressed. Not even bothering with socks, I pull the first things my fingers brush from the closet.
The drive to her hotel doesn’t take long, but I don’t rush inside, opting instead to shoot off a text to Wren to ask if she’s back yet.
Wren: Oh, you’re talking to me now?
I don’t respond, and he plays right into my hand.
Wren: She left in a cab about an hour ago, but I couldn’t track her. Records show she hasn’t checked out of her hotel, though.
I shoot off a thank you, one that earns me a middle finger emoji and I wait. She knows what running does to me, but from the way she acted when I wanted her to look me in the eye while I was inside of her, I don’t think she’s wanting me to chase her.
She didn’t want to talk. She instigated the entire thing, and it wasn’t until I was balls fucking deep did I realize what she was doing.
She’s going to learn very soon that trying to fuck me out of her system isn’t going to work for me. Getting off on my cock comes with having my own needs met, and even though I blew like a volcano earlier, that’s not my goal with her. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that if I could get her in my arms, it wouldn’t matter if we never had sex again. I’m not foolish enough to think I could resist her on any level, but I need more from her. I can’t give her some things without needing all of it.
It’s another twenty-minute wait before her cab pulls up outside of the hotel, and I’m at her side before she can climb all the way out.
“Flynn?” Her cheeks pink that perfect shade I love so much.
“You just took off.”
“Groceries?” She holds up two sacks of food.
“I had food in the fridge.”
She rolls her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips, and it’s enough to let me know I haven’t completely lost her. I know we have things to work on, and that little teasing grin is all the go-ahead I need to keep pursuing her.
“Don’t,” I say, stepping close as the cab pulls away. “Don’t leave without kissing me goodbye.”
I caress her cheek before lowering my mouth to her chin. She blinks up at me, and I wonder if she’s surprised I didn’t plant one right on her lips. It was hard not to but knowing she may have wanted it builds the anticipation.
“Catch you again tomorrow, baby.”
For good measure, I take a step back and smack her on the ass. She yips before moving her feet in the direction of the front entrance. I stand outside making sure she makes it on the elevator safely before turning around in a circle with my middle finger high in the air. I know Wren is fucking watching me.