There’s no question who’s in charge here, and I’m shocked at how much I like this. I nod.
“Good.”
The dominant, smug tone of his voice, coupled with the pleased look in his eyes, pushes me over the edge, and I fall. My muscles clamp down on the toy, and he groans. Waves of pleasure pound through me as I arch, and when I reach my hand out, he laces his fingers into mine, squeezing.
“Hayden.” My voice is thin, and a shred of my consciousness notices how warm his hand is, how good it feels to hold it like this.
“Jesus, I love hearing you moan my name like that.”
I’m spinning out, holding his gaze like a lifeline as my nerves fire and urgent, delicious pulses make me shake. And when my climax finally begins to subside, he lowers the setting on the toy.
“A little longer,” he urges, dropping the suction and vibration even more through the last spasms. “As long as you can take it.”
I nod, clenching my eyes closed as he draws my orgasm out on the toy, and he makes a pleased noise.
“Good girl,” he purrs, and warmth trickles through me. Heturns the toy off and gently slides it out of me, and I sink into the duvet with a sated sigh.
Worry clangs through me as Hayden moves off the bed to set the toy aside. But when he returns to the bed and lies down beside me, I relax.
“Come here.” He gathers me against his chest, and I inhale a lungful of Hayden Owens’s intoxicating, delicious scent. “Nice work,” he murmurs against my temple.
I let out a light laugh. “You did all the work.”
“I think our friend, theG-Spot Banger, is the real MVP tonight.”
I grin into his firm chest and bite back the truth—that I never would have come that hard if he weren’t here, teasing me, watching me, making me feel so desired and desperate.
I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but him. I can’t imagine having this experience with some guy I’ve just met.
I lean back to meet his eyes. “Not weird, right?”
Something flashes across his expression that I can’t read before he shakes his head. “No, not weird,” he says quietly. His hand smooths over my hair, and even though this isn’t a romantic thing and we’re notlike that, I lower my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
My gaze lands on his sizeable erection, and my thoughts turn dirty and depraved. What would he feel like between my lips, and would he make more of those pained groans? Would he watch and do that jaw-clenchy thing he does sometimes?
I skim my fingers down his perfect chest and abs, and his breath catches. But the second I reach the waistband of his boxers, his hand wraps around my wrist, warm and firm.
“Not tonight.” He brings my hand back up to his chest. “Tonight was about you.” He swallows, gaze lingering on mine. It feels like he’s holding back from saying more. Instead, hepulls the duvet out so he can cover us with it, still holding me to his chest.
“Go to sleep,” he whispers against my temple, and I close my eyes.
His rejection stings, but it’s for the best. If we have sex, I’ll get attached. Falling for a player is a fantastic way to get my heart smashed into pieces, and the idea of messing things up with Hayden is too much of a nightmare to risk it.
CHAPTER 42
HAYDEN
After Darcy’sbreathing turns steady, I carefully move her off me and climb out of bed, heading to the en suite in my room. I close the bathroom door behind me and suck Darcy’s orgasm off my fingers, eyes falling shut as a groan threatens up my throat.
My fuckinggod, her taste. I’m so hard it hurts. I can’t think straight. I just keep thinking about the noises she made, the little pinch of agony between her eyebrows as she came, and how she moaned my name.
Turning down her offer was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but accepting it without telling her how I feel—how I’ve been feeling for a long time—doesn’t feel right.
Not weird, right?she asked.
I huff, flattening my hands against the counter to catch my breath. That experience just changed my whole fucking life, but no, it wasn’t weird. Just the opposite.
It felt more right than anything. It felt like what we should have been doing for years.