Page 133 of The Fine Art of Faking It
“Don’t you want to spend that time basking in the congratulations of your friends?” he asked, his voice raspy as she turned and loosened his tie and worked the buttons of his shirt.
“I want to spend that time closing our circle. It all began here,” she said, conversationally as she reached under the skirt of her dress and shimmied out of her underwear. “And I’d like our new beginning togetoffto the right start.”
His erection was already straining impressively at the confines of his black trousers.
“I feel like I should point out that this is reckless and irresponsible,” he said, swallowing when she tugged his shirt free of his waist band.
“That’s what I’m going for.”
“Just so long as we’re on the same page,” Davis breathed a second before his mouth crushed down on hers.
In one swift move, he backed her against the wall, her shoulders erasing yesterday’s class assignment from the whiteboard. His hands were everywhere, turning her skin to fire, her core to lava.
“Oh, fuck,” was his strangled response when he found her thigh-high stockings under her dress. “You’re my fantasy come to life, you know that?”
She shook her head, letting the words wash over her. She’d set out to rewrite her past and had narrowly avoided reliving it instead. But nothing—not even her own stubbornness—would take this future away from her.
“Twenty minutes?” Davis whispered, moving his lips over the throat she bared for him.
“Closer to eighteen now,” she laughed huskily.
“I can work with that,” he promised.
When he kissed her, she sighed out his name. There would be no more denying what she felt for Davis Gates.
With a swift move, he lifted her up locking her legs around his hips. Her skirt rode higher than what could be considered publicly decent. He held her there, one-handed, against the wall while he worked his fly down and then stalled.
“You’re sure this is okay?” he asked. He was already panting with the need.
Eden loved him like this. Disheveled, dangerous, delicious.
With one thrust, he was filling her.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she chanted.
He laughed softly against her neck.
She squeezed him with her legs until he forgot about laughing and started to move inside her. Pinned between his hard body and the wall, Eden could do nothing but take the pleasure Davis delivered.
His thrusts were quick, frantic.
The sound of flesh moving over flesh echoed in the silence of the room. Sweeter than words, the sound of their bodies and breath twining together was a kind of music.
He slammed into her, sure and hard, again and again. His hips hammering her against the wall as she clung to his shoulders.
“Eden,” he growled out her name.
“I love you,” she sighed the words on one long breath as she felt the tightening, the quaking, of her muscles as her body prepared to let go. “I love you, Davis.”
He groaned low. “I’ve waited so long for those words.”
“I know the feeling,” she gasped on a particularly masterful thrust.
“Hang on to me, gorgeous,” he ordered.
She obliged as her body surrendered to the wave of pleasure he brought down on her. He captured the scream with his own mouth. Kissing her as he pounded into her, her orgasm instantly forcing his. Her world went technicolor, bright and bold and oh-so-beautiful. She felt him, loved him, craved him. They shuddered together, whimpering against open lips desperate for breath. For life.
“You are incredibly efficient with your time,” Eden said, huffing out a breath. She reached up to shove her hair out of her face.
