Page 61 of Resisting Fate
Chapter Thirteen
Missy had barely gotten her apartment door open when they slammed together, mouths fused, hands grabbing, rushing inside her apartment. He hiked up her skirt and stripped her tights and panties off. She lost her balance because she was trying to get his pants off. He caught her in his arms, lowering her the rest of the way to the floor, kissing her ravenously. They were animals and she didn’t care. She worked her hands between them to undo his button and zipper, and he lifted his hips to give her access.
He tore his mouth away, grabbed the condom and got it on in record time before returning to her, sliding between her legs and thrusting inside.
She threw her head back in bliss, the joining one she’d craved for too long. She hung on as he pumped hard and deep, closing her eyes, letting go of everything but the feel of his hot skin, the deep pressure as he filled her; his scent, spice and sex—all of it consumed her. His hand slipped under her ass, lifting her for a deeper penetration that rocked her, the sensations overwhelming, building and building and building, and then she cried out, the explosion of pleasure from her center radiating out. He followed only a moment later, clutching her tight against him.
A long moment later, he lifted his head. “That was the fast and furious.”
She couldn’t help her goofy smile. “We’re animals.”
He nipped her bottom lip. “Next time we’ll make it to the bed.”
“How long for that?”
He grinned. “You want to know how long until I can get it up again?” He moved a slow circle inside her. “With you, not long at all.”
She beamed.
An hour later, after an excruciating long bout of foreplay—all Ben’s doing, the man was the worst tease—they finally got down to serious business. In her bed. Her on top.
He cupped her ass and gave her a sexy smile. “I know you like being on top, but if you’re doing your animal thing, this won’t be a slow fuck.”
“I’ll go slow.” Which she did at first, but then it felt so good she couldn’t help but speed up, letting herself get noisy, enjoying the hell out of the ride.
He grabbed her by the hips, stilling her. “Changing positions. Keep your knees where I can see them.”
She would’ve laughed if she wasn’t so close to the release she craved with every cell in her being.
He flipped her under him, thrusting in slow and deep, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. These sexy lips.” He kissed her lips. “These sweet blushing cheeks.” He kissed each of her cheeks. “This cute nose.” Another light kiss.
“Fuck me.” She arched her hips up.
“This jaw.” He kissed her jaw, shifting to nuzzle her neck, bringing hot shivers. His voice was gravelly. “Slow this time. Give me that, okay?”
Hot tears stung her eyes for reasons she couldn’t comprehend. She squeezed them tight together.
He kissed her closed eyelids softly. She opened her eyes and he wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
She turned her head away, embarrassed.
He cupped her jaw and turned her back to him. “I like this side of you, all soft and tender. You don’t have to hide from me.”
She glared at him, and he merely chuckled, saying, “All right, then,” before resuming slow thrusts. Their gazes locked and she didn’t turn from the tenderness she saw there, and maybe she had a little tenderness too, because everything felt different. Magical. Beautiful. Glowing. This wasn’t fucking. He’d been trying to make love to her, and for the first time in her life, she knew what that meant.
She grabbed his head and kissed him, pouring all she felt for him, all the mushy tenderness and passion, into that kiss. He returned it with equal passion, lighting her up inside. Finally, she broke the kiss, breathless.
“Yes,” he murmured, pumping faster, his breath mingling with hers. Her heart drummed in her chest, the pleasure he brought escalating, bringing her closer to him, merging together body and soul. And then a starburst of pleasure radiated through her, leaving her trembling and breathless. His teeth sank into her neck, jolting her and exciting her at the same time, as he pumped into her hard and fast. She went over again in another rush of pleasure along with his release.
He gave her some of his weight and she hugged him. She’d never hugged anyone after sex. It just felt right.
After a moment, he lifted his head and brushed her hair back from her face. His eyes were questioning—their connection so deep she understood. And, for the first time with a man, thought maybe he understood her too. He wanted to know if she was okay, wanted to know if they could have more, wanted to know if he could stay.
She nodded.
He kissed her tenderly. “Thank you.”
She was falling for him. It scared her, but she felt too good to fight it. For as long as they had, she just wanted to enjoy him. She reached over and turned off the light on the nightstand.
