Marrying Mr. Wrong (Dirty Martini Running Club #3) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,58

every which way. But I think I might lose my mind if I don’t come inside you soon.”

I reached for my nightstand drawer and got out a condom. She waited while I ripped open the package and rolled it on.

“Which way do you want me?” she asked.

I gazed at her, awestruck. At her hair spread out over my pillow. At her full lips and soft skin. Her amazing body with the curves of a goddess, laid out for me, willing and vulnerable.

“Just like this,” I said, my voice slightly breathless. “Fuck, you look good. How did I get this lucky tonight?”

“You did save me from a crazy man in my apartment. And gave me a mind-blowing orgasm just now.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” I climbed on top of her and settled between her legs, my cock aching for her. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

With a low groan, I slid inside her. She was hot and tight around me, slick from coming in my mouth. My self-control almost gone, I pumped my hips, driving in deep while she clung to my back.

Bracing myself above her, I found her nipple with my mouth. I lapped my tongue across her hard peak. Lavished one side with attention—licking and sucking. Then I moved to the other. Fuck, these tits were incredible. Full and soft, flushed with the heat of her arousal.

She was a goddess.

Her body moved with mine, her hips rolling, tits bouncing. Pressure built as I drove my cock in and out. I’d wanted this since the first moment I saw her. Now that I was getting it, she was amazing. She felt impossibly good. Like I fit inside her perfectly.

Muscles flexing, I fucked her harder. Faster. I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t stop. Her breathy moans filled the air, a soft contrast to my rough grunts.

“Fuck, Sophie. I’m going to come so hard.”

“Yes. Do it.”

Her legs opened wider and I grabbed the headboard for more leverage. I pounded her relentlessly until my breath came fast and the heat and tension in my groin reached a breaking point. A few more thrusts, and I was ready to explode.

With a deep groan, I came fucking unglued.

My hips jerked, driving my throbbing cock deep inside her. Her pussy pulsed around me, squeezing and spasming as she came again. Fuck yes. Her second orgasm spurred mine to new heights, drawing it out until I was nothing but an animal, thrusting and groaning in a frenzy.

Finally, I came down the other side. Breathing hard, I leaned down to place soft kisses on her mouth. Her cheeks. Her neck. She ran her hands over my back and shoulders as I nuzzled her hair, taking in her scent.

Holy shit.

After taking a moment to catch my breath, I kissed her again, then climbed off her to go deal with the condom. She got up to use the bathroom, then came back and slid into bed with me.

Still feeling dazed from the best orgasm of my entire life, I wrapped my arms around her. And I knew two things beyond a shadow of a doubt.

One, I had not fucked Sophie in Vegas. There was absolutely no way I would have forgotten this woman, no matter how much whiskey I’d had. It was impossible.

Two, I was in big fucking trouble. Because I didn’t just want to fuck Sophie a few times to get her out of my system. There was no getting Sophie out of my system.

And I had no fucking clue what I was going to do about that.

21

Sophie

I poked around Cox’s kitchen, looking for a mug and some tea while his electric tea kettle heated water. It turned out he had quite the collection of both. The pantry had an entire shelf of various teas—loose leaf and bagged. And a cupboard contained both coffee mugs and some of the cutest little teacups with saucers.

Had to be Oliver.

The faint sound of the shower carried from the master bedroom. I’d slept with Cox last night. No, that wasn’t the right phrase. Cox had fucked me into oblivion last night. I’d sat on his… and then we’d… My cheeks flushed and a tingling pressure between my legs made me stop and squeeze my thighs together.

I let out a long breath. Last night had been my doing. He’d been a perfect gentleman, from that kiss after I fell, to the rooftop picnic, to the way he’d set me up in his guest room. I’d gone to bed and tried to sleep. I really