Page 93 of Beauty
When her back bows and her neck strains, like the need inside her is coiling tight, readying to be unleashed, I lose myself in her, fucking and teasing until she’s whimpering and pulsing around me, milking me of my own orgasm. White hot light greets me as my balls tighten, and with a groan, I unload deep inside her.
When I’ve pumped every last drop of cum into her, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her. Panting and breathless, I let my hands rove her again, craving the feel of her skin while I’m still inside her, our combined release seeping out around my length.
“Shit,” she hisses, pushing at my shoulder.
Dazed, I pull back a fraction, frowning. “What?”
“We didn’t use a condom.”
The statement should concern me. It should set my heart racing. Instead, a thrill shoots through me and a smile creeps up my face. “No, we didn’t.”
“Get off me.” She shoves me harder this time, the move causing me to slip out of her.
I wrap my arms around her and hold tight, my cock softening between us.
“What if I wasn’t on birth control?” Her tone is soft, unsure.
A strange pressure builds in my chest at the notion. Heart pounding, I push up on one forearm and slide my fingers over her soaked opening. “Are you?” I circle her clit, and when she writhes against the bed, I push the leaking cum back inside her.
With her chin tucked, she watches as I do it a second time. The third time I do it, she moans.
My dick thickens in response to the sound. In response to my own actions. The idea of her pregnant with my child suddenly consumes me. I want to fuck her over and over again until I’m sure she is. Then I can keep her. Then the world will know she’s mine.
“Of course I am,” she whimpers, her eyes falling shut. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
I gather my release and tease her clit, then push my fingers back inside her and stroke. “For what it’s worth, you don’t have to worry about the no condom thing.”
With a sigh, she shakes her head. “Same here. I’ve never been with anyone but you without one.”
I smirk. I can’t help it. The knowledge that I’m the only one to have her bare only heightens my obsession with her. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, so…”
Sienna’s eyes fly wide and her mouth drops open. “As in since last week? Jeez, glad you’ve managed to hold out so long.”
With laughter rumbling up my chest, I kiss the beauty mark on one side of her mouth. I kiss her lips, taking my time there, tangling my tongue with hers.
“Sassy fucking brat.” I pull back, eyes locked on hers, and make a confession that might have her running. “No, Sienna. I haven’t been with anyone sinceyou.”
Her lashes flutter, like she’s struggling to process the simple words, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re not saying—” She frowns, her eyes darting between mine, then scrutinizing me, like she’ll find the truth in my expression.
“Yes, baby. I’ve waited for you for six years.”
“But—” She shifts under me, but I don’t release her. “But you knew where I was, and still—” She cuts herself off, like she can’t finish that thought, her face pinched.
“And still I knew you were the only one for me. And if I couldn’t have you…” I trace her lips with my fingers and press my mouth to hers once again. “Then I didn’t want anyone else.”
THIRTY-ONE
SIENNA
I peekout into the hallway, and when I find it empty, I suck in a breath and grasp the handle of my suitcase.
Yes, I’m hiding in my own building.
Yes, I’ll have to face Noah eventually.
Sooner than I’d like, in fact, since we’ll be on the same plane this morning and in the same hotels for the next week.
But I need just a few more minutes to put my armor in place and to remind myself of all the reasons he needs to stay firmly in my past.
