Page 221 of Riches and Romance

“Fuuuck.” He fisted his hand in her hair and held their mouths together.

She pushed from his chest. “Shush,” she said with a finger over his lips and a challenging gaze. “It’s my turn to play.”

She dropped to her knees, looking like his darkest fantasy come true, and licked his shaft, base to tip, lingering over the wide crown before taking him in deep.

“Holy fuck.” He pressed his palms to the walls to keep from grabbing her head and guiding her as he fucked her insanely talented mouth.

She cupped his balls again, sliding her finger over the sensitive skin behind them as she worked him with her other hand and her wicked mouth. She squeezed his sac and his hips kicked forward. It was useless. He couldn’t hold back. He tangled his hands in her hair as he rocked his hips. Holy hell, she was going to make him come fast if she kept up this pace. He closed his eyes against the tingling heat crawling up his spine.

“Kat,” he growled. “Stop, Kat. I’m gonna come.”

She released his throbbing cock and licked her lips. “Less mess this way.” She took him in deep again, holding his gaze and driving him out of his fucking mind.

“You don’t have to,” he said through gritted teeth. But fuck, did she feel good. Her mouth was a treasure trove of pleasure, hot and wet and oh so willing. Seeing her lips stretched around his cock was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed, and when she pulled back and ran her tongue over the sensitive glans and lapped up the glistening bead, he nearly lost it right then and there.

“I want to taste you,” she said, then she took him in deep again, and holy fuck, she ran her finger between his cheeks, shredding the last of his control. He came hard, groaning through his clenched teeth, and she swallowed every last drop.

His chin tipped forward with a hiss, and he lifted her to her feet as she licked her shiny, swollen lips. “You’re unfuckingbelievable.”

He sealed his lips over hers, tasting himself and not caring. Her desire for him turned him on even more. He was hard again in seconds, aching for more of her, to feel her wrapped tightly around him. He reached for the button on her jeans, but she was already pulling them down. He tore off his boots, pushed from his own pants, kicking them to the side, and helped Kat with hers.

“Condom,” she said quickly.

He snagged one from his wallet and tore it open with his teeth, sheathing himself quickly. He lifted her easily and lowered her onto his hard shaft. They both groaned with their intense coupling.

“What is it with us and bathrooms?” He pressed his lips to hers as he thrust into her hard and deliciously deep.

“Some people like hotels. I think we’re sexier.” She used his shoulders for leverage as he clutched her hips, and they moved together in a fast, even rhythm.

“You’refucking sexy. But I’m going to get you in a bed eventually.”

“I can’t wait.” She lowered her lips to his, and he pressed her back to the wall so he could drive in deeper. “Wait,” she said against his lips.

She shifted from his arms and placed her hands on the wall, bending over slightly at the waist. When she looked over her shoulder and her hair fell over her eye, Eric nearly lost it.

She crooked her finger. “Take me harder.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and drove into her. “Fuck. I’m not going to last like this.” He used his other hand to stroke over her clit, and she was right there with him on the brink of release. He could feel it in her trembling limbs, in the tightness between her legs. He sank his teeth into the curve of her shoulder, and her hips bucked, her inner muscles clenched around him, and he followed her over the edge, chasing his own intense release.

He rested his cheek against Kat’s back, lost in a fog of lust and greed and fucking love. It was right there on his tongue. Three fucking words he never thought he’d feel, much less want to say. But he swallowed them down, holding her tightly until they were both breathing normally again. Then he turned her in his arms and kissed her sweetly.

“I WANT MOREthan this with you, Kat.”

His gaze bored right through her. His words wrapped around her frantically beating heart and squeezed. She was afraid to admit she wanted that, too.

“I mean it. I want to talk with you, get to know you even better, and spend more time with you. I want to love you properly, in a real bed, and preferably, wake up with you in my arms.” He pressed his lips to hers. “I’ve never wanted that before.”

She wanted desperately to believe him, but she wasn’t naive, and she was afraid to believe he really meant that he wanted more, as in a future. “We’ve got this weekend. Let’s focus on that.”

His brows drew together. “Focus on that? You don’t want more?”

“I do. More than you could ever know, but I’m not going to fool myself into thinking that a guy like you can be satisfied with a girl like me.”

He ran his hand through his hair as he tugged on his jeans. “Seriously? I knew we shouldn’t have fooled around. A guy like me?”

Frustration rolled off of him as she pushed her legs into her jeans and zipped them up. She touched his arm, and he bristled.

“All I meant was that I don’t want you to feel like you have to make promises you can’t keep. I’m a big girl, Eric. I know you’ve got women galore, and you have a whole life out there that doesn’t include some bartender slash waitress turned PR girl from Richmond, Virginia.” She held his gaze, and when he offered his hands to her, she took them willingly.

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