RUSH (Montgomery Men #1) - C.A. Harms Page 0,33

. . .” Her words faded when I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“I want to fuck you bare,” I confessed, unable to refrain from speaking the truth. I was so turned on right now, I felt as if all common sense had flown out the window. “I want to bury my cock deep inside this pretty cunt and hear you moan my name.”

Her eyes were now locked on mine in shock. But I could also see that sweet glow of desire I witnessed on multiple occasions last night.

Using protection was second nature with me, but when I got up from her bed to toss the condom I’d used last night, I’d noticed the pack of birth control pills on her bathroom vanity. And for the first time in my life, I had instant thoughts of fucking a woman into next week with nothing between us.

Now as I lay here between her parted thighs, pushing against her aching, slick center, it was taking everything I had to wait for her permission. I was desperate to feel her wrapped around me. When she didn’t answer, I pushed against her a little farther, and when the head of my cock entered her, she moaned.

“Tell me it’s okay, Kiera.”

Her eyes opened, and the look she gave me was one I hadn’t seen before. It resembled a flash of irritation.

“Call me baby,” she said. “Or sweetheart. I like hearing you call me that.”

I could do that. I was pretty sure in that moment I would have called her anything she wanted me to.

“Baby,” I whispered. “Tell me I can fuck you without anything between us.”

She smiled as she moved her hips, and I slid inside her just a little deeper. “Yes,” she begged. “Please.”

Her eyes rolled back as I pushed into her and her warmth engulfed me. Fuck, she felt so unbelievable like this. So fucking tight and hot.

“Damn,” I groaned as I pulled back, only to enter her once again. “No more condoms.” It wasn’t a question. I vowed in that moment I would never again allow anything to come between me and Kiera’s perfection.

She was too fucking amazing to resist.

“Wow,” she whispered as she looked around my penthouse. “It’s beautiful and so big.”

“Aw, the words every man wants to hear,” I said as I stepped up behind her and pushed her hair to the side. I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck as I curled my arm around her waist and spread my hand out over her stomach. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her.

“I meant the penthouse,” she giggled when I bit her shoulder. “But he’s pretty amazing too.”

It had been less than twenty-four hours since I showed up at her place and gave her no other option but to give in to this pull between us. And in the last eight I had watched her slowly relax and let go of the need to fight our attraction to each other. I would still catch her staring off into space as if deep in thought, but she no longer resisted when I touched her or kissed her without warning.

Over time I was sure she would only begin to relax more, because I wouldn’t allow her to push me away again. The moment I buried myself inside her, she became mine, and I’d wait patiently for her to accept that too. But until then, I planned to spend as much time as possible with her, showing her what being with me entailed.

“This place makes my apartment feel like a closet,” she said as she walked toward the sprawling windows that lined my living room and kitchen. “No, I bet even your closets are bigger than my entire place.” She turned around, flashing me that gorgeous smile. “I live in a shoebox.”

“It’s cozy,” I said. She did have a tiny-ass place, but it suited her.

“It’s a shoebox,” she said again.

“Yeah baby, you’re right.” I returned her playful smile. “It’s little.”

Warmth consumed me as she continued to look around my penthouse. Each time she trailed her finger over a piece of artwork or smiled at something that pleased her, my stomach tightened just a little more. Having her here, in my home, felt right.

Kiera paused in the entryway of the dining room as she peered up almost longingly at the painting before her. “Is this an oil painting by Christiane Vleugels?”

I was shocked that she knew the artist, but then I recalled that I still knew