Page 58 of August

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Gigi’s rapid breathing made the pillow hot beneath her cheek. Holy shit. Moments ago she’d been peacefully asleep, still sated from the sex they’d had earlier. Not that waking up to August strumming her desire strings was a bad thing.

The bed dipped beneath his weight and his mouth went to her shoulder. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so fucking gorgeous and I knew you were naked.”

He hiked up her bent knee and she gasped as he settled between her legs. With her belly flat to the bed and her body slightly angled to the left, she could see his large, rough hand pressed to the mattress beside her head. So hot. Everything about August sent her—

The head of his cock nudged the apex between her legs and then plunged into her.

She gasped as he filled her, his weight coming down and pressing her into the mattress. Even though her body had accommodated his size only hours before, he still stretched her to her limits.

“Goddamn,” he rumbled next to her ear. “You’re perfect.” He kissed and sucked on her neck, and the gentle flick of his tongue moving in rhythm with his thrusts made her eyes drift to the back of her head.

No, way. She couldn’t be getting ready for another—

“Ahhh!” The involuntary cry of delight escaped her lips as his cock rubbed against her clit. Unable to buck or thrust, she withered beneath him. Part of her wanted to take control, to meet his pulses, but she couldn’t with the front of her body glued to the mattress.

The eroticism of wanting to respond but being unable to made pleasure blur her vision. Her body quaked and pulsed, needing more. Needing to go over the edge. Because this orgasm was rooted deep.

“You want more, baby?” he asked, reading her mind.

“Yes.” She choked out the word, not giving a damn how ragged and demanding she sounded. He smiled against her cheek, pushed her knee high, and drove deep.

A shockwave pulsed through her, spreading from her center to tear across her body. “August, August!” she screamed.

He grunted and pumped into her, giving her body every inch and taking it with every pull. Her bones convulsed and her heart rate pummeled against her breastbone. Ecstasy flickered its brilliant colors behind her closed eyelids as a gush of release streamed from between her legs.

“Christ, Georgia. Yes, baby.” August’s strokes were long and deep as he rode the aftermath of her orgasm and carried her to a state of sheer, blinding bliss.

Slowly, her heart rate lowered. Sweat coated her skin. He continued to rock in and out, a gentle rhythm that brought her back to reality. His weight grew crushing, and she squirmed a bit to get more air.

He eased onto his elbows and stared down at her, his cock still buried inside her. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, but I don’t think I can live without this.” His teeth nipped her shoulder and then he found her lips and swiped his tongue over hers. “You make me crazy, babe, and I don’t want to be sane.”

His words spun a web around her as he parted from her body and disappeared into the bathroom. Every cell inside her hummed. But not just from the mind-blowing sex. Not just from more orgasms than she could count in a twenty-four-hour period.

From his words.

Her brain wanted to pick them apart. Needed to dissect them and gain an understanding of exactly what he’d meant—only she couldn’t go there. Couldn’t tease herself with possibilities.

The only thing more dangerous than getting entangled with August was letting her heart get strung up by words and lust-filled promises.

No, she wouldn’t go there.

The light in the bathroom clicked off and he padded back to the bedroom with a towel, as he’d done the night before. After she cleaned up, she pulled him down onto the mattress.

“How come you weren’t sleeping?” Hours before, in her comatose state, she’d thought she’d heard him leave the bedroom.

He snuggled in beside her, pulling her against his chest and trapping her hand beneath his on his sternum. “I don’t sleep the greatest.”

She tilted her face to study his profile. The dim lighting prevented her from seeing his expression clearly, but tension clung to his jaw. “Because of the cartel?”

“Because of a lot of things.” His answer was gruff, begrudging. It was clear he wanted her to drop it, but her heart wanted to know more—needed to know what haunted August.

She wormed her fingers from his hold and stroked his jaw. The scruff of his stubble abraded her palm, sending pleasant shivers along her flesh. “I’d like you to share more. If you’re comfortable.”

He sighed. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She chortled. “Gee, that sounds forthcoming.”

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