Page 23 of Resisting Fate
“Let go!” she hollered at the top of her lungs.
He instantly let go, alarmed. “Sorry.” Shit. She must’ve had a bad experience.
She looked away, her voice raw. “I will end this right now and you will be in serious pain.”
“My bad. I won’t do that again. Promise.”
She turned back to him, wary.
“I’m harmless, remember?”
She let out a breath and closed her eyes. “It’s a reflex. I’m good. Kiss me again.”
He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. She accepted the kiss, but she wasn’t kissing him back like before with wild abandon.
He stroked her hair back from her face. “I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”
She opened her eyes and nodded.
He brushed his lips over hers, once, twice, coaxing them open before deepening the kiss. She warmed quickly, her fingers running through his hair, kissing him back. He did that for a long while until he was sure she was feeling better about him. Then he placed soft kisses on her temple, her nose, her cheeks, her jaw, watching her relax. He whispered near her ear, “I’m going to kiss and taste every inch of your sexy body, and your hands will be free the entire time to do whatever you want.” He met her eyes. “Sound good?”
A small smile played over her lips, the sight so welcome he found himself smiling back. Until she said, “Sounds boring.”
He dropped his jaw, feigning offense. “I’ll show you boring.”
He tickled her and she shrieked, wiggling like crazy, and then he hugged her until she let out a soft sigh. That was the signal he needed, so he went for it, stroking and licking every inch of her, loving the feel of her softness, breathing in her flowery scent, tasting a sexy woman on the verge of wild abandon with every moan, every shiver, every time her fingers ran through his hair. He knew he had her when she started grabbing at his shoulders, trying to pull him in.
“Not done yet,” he told her, letting his tongue take another lap around her nipple. “You’ll have to wait.”
That was when she started the dirty talk and touching herself. She was a temptress, her voice dripping sex, making his cock so fucking hard as she told him how much she wanted him inside her, how hot and wet she was for him, how hard she was going to ride him.
Sheer willpower had him finishing his exploration before he practically dove between her legs, his mouth seeking her out, needing her to get off before his control snapped. He made her tremble, then got her to full-throated glorious feminine bliss, her entire body shuddering with a hard climax. Only then did he fuck her. Or she fucked him. It was hard to tell.
He started out on top. Then she flipped him over with some ninja wrestling move that nearly ended the whole night right there, her knee dangerously close to unmanning him. Luckily he had fast reflexes. “Tell me when you want to change positions,” he barked.
“I want to change positions,” she barked back.
Then she was on top. Then they rolled, sort of wrestle fucking, and he was on top when she suddenly declared she couldn’t come that way.
“I can make you come in any position,” he informed her with utmost confidence. He knew women, and he was fast getting to know this woman in particular.
To which she replied, “Sitting up.”
So he sat up, she climbed on his lap, and then somehow he was flat on his back, Missy on top again, riding him hard. The moment she tightened around him, he let go, the power of his release roaring through him, heart thundering, breath harsh. Mind-blowingly awesome.
He tried to catch his breath, feeling like he’d been through a hard-core wrestling match where they both won. It was unlike any roll in the sheets he’d ever had, and he couldn’t help wondering what the next time would be like. Shit. There wouldn’t be a next time. One night, no sleeping over. His euphoria dimmed a bit. He focused on the fact that Missy was the kind of woman who didn’t require the hassle of spending the night, which was a relief. How the hell anyone got any sleep all tangled up with another person, he still hadn’t figured out. Plus he’d have to share stuff, the bathroom for one, his personal sleeping space for another. He’d have to work around her for his morning routine. The only exception he made was if he sensed the woman needed that post-sex hold-me-forever time. Then he’d make the necessary accommodations. He always wanted the woman to leave his bed feeling good.
She lifted off him and flopped on the mattress next to him.
A pang of loss went through him the moment her body left his. Obviously, his stupid libido wanted more wild sex. Not now but soon. He told himself to appreciate what they had. He took a deep breath in and out. Fuck it, he was too spent to worry about it. All he wanted to do was sleep.
He glanced over at her. She was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open next to him. Was she waiting for him to invite her to spend the night? He’d thought they’d agreed not to do that.
He stared at the ceiling too, purposely not drawing the blanket over them, waiting to see if she settled in with the blanket or rolled out of bed and got dressed. He looked over at her.
She turned her head and gave him a tight smile.
They both stared at the ceiling. Awkward.
