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“What I give.When I’m fuckin’ ready to fuckin’ give it, not before!”His words came out through gritted teeth.Sweat slickened his skin.
Every nerve ending I had erupted in an explosion of pleasure so intense I couldn’t even breathe.When I could finally suck in a breath, it was only so I could let it go on a scream.
“Goddamnit woman!God --” He shoved into me.Hard.“Damnit!FUCK!”His voice was as ragged as his breathing as Sully drove into me with a force that sent the headboard slamming against the wall.The pace he set was merciless, not holding back in what he wanted.The bed frame creaked in protest beneath us when he started a hard, driving rhythm I tried my best to match, taking everything he gave and demanding more, greedy for everything he wanted to give me.
We rolled, the mattress groaning as neither one of us wanted to give up the upper hand.I rolled us again, straddling him, needing to control this situation more than any other sexual encounter I’d ever been part of.For the first time in my life, I realized I might be in over my head.
I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut.His big hands clamped around my hips, guiding me to meet every upward thrust he gave me.The headboard thumped off the wall.The lamp on the nightstand was the first to hit the floor, but the clock wasn’t far behind -- it crashed down beside the lamp, a casualty I’d laugh over later.
My climax hit without warning, pleasure crashing through me in waves that left me gasping and shaking.After I screamed.A lot.He followed immediately, his fingers digging into my thighs as he groaned my name.
Before the aftershocks had fully subsided, I rolled off him and pulled him to his feet.“Again,” I said, pushing him against the wall where we’d started.His eyes widened with surprise before darkening with renewed desire.
“Insatiable,” he murmured, hands already roaming my still-sensitive skin.
“Problem?”I challenged, wrapping my leg around his hip.
“Just an observation.”He lifted me effortlessly, turning us so my back landed against the wall, legs around his waist.“No complaints here.”
He was inside me then.I thought he’d come, but obviously either he hadn’t or he was a fast rebounder, and OMG, the condom!Before I could pull myself out of the moment, Sully started that brutal dance again.I’d never had a man like this.Not once.He was hard and demanding, but he actually took care with me.Even now, though he was rough, he didn’t give me more than I could handle.And I thought was consciously holding himself back, if barely.I found I really,reallywanted to know what this guy was like when he lost control.
This time, when I came, Sully followed me.His cock pulsed inside me and he bellowed to the ceiling.All I could do was hold on for the ride.
When he finally stilled, his chest heaving against mine, he planted his face in my neck and inhaled deeply.As he let out his breath, he rooted farther against my neck… kissing me?It was such a tender moment I nearly had a feeling.
Then he cleared his throat and let me slide down the wall to land gently on my feet.He looked down at me with a steady gaze, his hands firmly on my hips.Making sure I was steady?Once satisfied, he took a careful step back, grunted, then turned to the bathroom.
“Stay there.”He leaned over to pick up his shirt from the dresser where it landed when one of us flung it out of the way.Handing it to me, his gaze bored into mine.When I took it, he grunted.“Let me, uh, pick up any glass from, uh, the lamp.”He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable.Probably because his protective instincts were stronger than his need to save his man card.I found it so charming I had to duck my head so he didn’t see me grin.
I’d also never seen a man so uncomfortable after sex in my life.It was almost like he wanted to keep touching me or something.He didn’t strike me as a cuddler, but that was the vibe rolling off him.And as much as I liked that small glimpse of his protectiveness, Sully wasn’t a man I needed in my life right now.Tonio would eat him for breakfast and poor Sully would probably end up back in prison.
I almost wanted to leave then.The last thing I needed was to get used to this guy’s brand of fucking.I couldreallyget used to fucking this guy.Fortunately, I’ve never been one to take my own advice.I could fuck this guy all fucking night.
He seemed to intuitively understand what I needed.There was a connection I couldn’t deny and wasn’t sure I wanted to.I wanted this night to go on for a long fucking time.He knew when to be gentle, when to be rough, when to let me take control, and when to take it from me.
By the time we collapsed back onto the bed one final time, both of us were covered in sweat, breathing hard, our bodies marked with small scratches and maybe one or two small bite marks.Well,hehad bite marks.I may or may not have been guilty of the biting.I wanted every fucking second I could take with this guy, even though I knew I couldn’t stay long.
Now, Sully lay beside me, one arm thrown across his eyes, chest rising and falling with each deep breath.Neither of us spoke.I wasn’t sure we could.At least I couldn’t.The man had given me everything I’d ever wanted in a lover.All in one night.
I felt his gaze on me, and I looked up to see Sully staring down at me, his expression a strange combination of amusement and vulnerability.The mattress shifted as he propped himself on one elbow.
“You’re already planning your escape, aren’t you?”There was no accusation in his tone, just a simple observation.
I didn’t answer.I didn’t need to.We both knew the truth.This had been fucking spectacular.But morning would come, and with it, my inevitable departure.That’s how it always went.That’s how it had to go.
But as I lay there, calculating how early I could slip away before he woke, I found myself wondering for the first time since I’d been freed from the hell that had been my life months ago what would happen if I stayed.
Chapter Three
Sully
I woke to sunlight slicing through a gap in the hotel curtains, cutting across my face like an accusation.My hand reached across the rumpled sheets before my eyes even opened, searching for the warm body that had been there when exhaustion finally claimed me.Nothing but cold cotton greeted my fingertips.The space beside me held only the ghost of her presence, a lingering warmth that might have been real or just a whiskey dream.I sat up, wincing at the protest from muscles I hadn’t used quite so thoroughly in years, and confirmed what I already knew.Darby was gone.
The digital clock on the floor that I had neglected to pick up the night before read ten-thirty AM.Late for me.I typically rose with the sun, a habit prison had beaten into me and one I couldn’t quite shake.But last night had been anything but typical.
I scrubbed a hand across my face, feeling the scratch of stubble against my palm.Something white caught my eye on the nightstand.A folded piece of hotel stationery sat propped against the base of the one lamp on the table we’d somehow managed not to break.I reached for the note, unfolding it with fingers that weren’t quite as steady as they should be.
Thanks for the night, Prison Boy.You almost made me break my rule about saying goodbye.
