Page 150 of Nothing to Fear

He said it first. She wouldn’t ask if their recklessness sent mixed signals or messed with his head. Even addressing it would start a conversation they didn’t need to have.

“The coffee’s good,” she said, returning to it and her work. “It’ll take me all day to get through this.”

“Maybe all week.”

He might be willing to stick around, but she hadn’t considered it. Just how long would they be there? What if it took a month to find the guy? A year? Would they be trapped there together indefinitely? That they didn’t know was the very definition of the word. Damnit.

Okay, so she couldn’t claim hardship. They were in a luxury building, one of the most expensive stretches of real estate in the country, maybe the world. Everything was brought to her, every need catered. And, on top of that, she was able to take physical advantage of her hot roommate any time she liked. In theory. As to whether that was smart…

Being with him, crossing that final line, had been such an amazing high that she almost feared going there again. Could she get addicted? Honestly? She might be already. Once felt like nothing. It definitely wasn’t enough. They could be there for months, or they could be snatched from each other again in a second, ending their association for good. That would mean never again. She couldn’t handle never again, not yet.

Rising, without thinking too much, because that was when she got into trouble, she was drawn across the room to him.

He glanced over the top of his laptop as she rounded the head of the dining table.

“Need something?”

“Maybe,” she said, sliding her butt along the edge of the table toward him.

Without hesitation, he swept his computer and papers aside to stand, snatching her hips to yank her in front of him.

“Whatever you need.”

That growl ignited the moment, their mouths clashed and clothes were shoved aside. The seal was broken. With that release came permission for pleasure like she’d never known.

“Darroch,” she whispered, her head falling back as the lust became unquenched satisfaction. “Fuck me, Darroch.”

Already seated on the table, she dug her knees into him until his hand between them took control and filled her with the gratification she craved.

“Yes,” she whispered on a rush of breath grabbing him for stability and pushing into every thrust. “Oh, God, yes…”

“Feel good, baby?”

“Mmm…” she moaned, her teeth finding her lip, dragging it free. “Incredible.”

“Any time you want it, it’s all yours.”

The words reminding him this wasn’t about them may have flitted across her mind. May have. That link of their bodies, the friction building, the buzz of a rise that she knew would end in an explosion of pleasure just like the previous night, was way more important.

The flood ascended through her gut, it squeezed her heart, speckled in her eyes. Sex had never been like this. Never even close to the high of him. Snatching his shirt in her fist, she yanked him closer though his hips kept on working. With a strong forearm locked behind her waist, he supported her as she leaned back, raising the gradient of her hips to perfectly feel his—

“Yes, yes. Yes!” Her calls didn’t stop there, didn’t quiet. She released all her need, pushing, pulling, begging, pleading. “Darroch. Darroch.”

Her pant matched the moment her body again caved into orgasm with his landing right on time.

The heave of their bodies continued. Catching her breath wasn’t possible, her chest hurt. The sharp snap of pain wouldn’t subside. How did she…?

He pushed back just enough to meet her eye. And there it was. The cure for the ache that—no, she shouldn’t—except whenshe tried to push him away, he caught her jaw, tipping her head back to consume her mouth.

Their hello was as potent as what had to be goodbye. And there was that pain again. Grabbing for his shoulders, she sucked air in through her nose and gave back. Not just gave, she forced him to feel her pain, her anger, her fear. What this man had always been was—

“No.” The word burst from her mouth onto his. When she shoved again, he still stayed put. “Move, Darroch, or I’ll—”

“What? Scream?”

“Don’t mock me.” He hadn’t minded her volume a second ago. “Let me go.”

“That’s one thing I’ll never do, Cherry.”

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