Page 47 of Duke
Wheeler moans, pressing her tits against my chest. She runs her fingernails up and down my sides, the pressure she appliesjustright. Goose bumps break out on my arms and legs.
I shove inside her one last time.
The pressure.
The heat.
I can’t believe I’m inside Wheeler Rankin right now.
I can’t believe she finally let me in.
White light explodes from my center outward. I come with a guttural moan, her name on my lips as the orgasm slams into me.
It knocks the wind out of my lungs. I can’t breathe. Can’t move. I justfeel, my entire being a live wire of sensation.
“Duke.” Wheeler’s voice is a whisper, her lips catching on the underside of my chin. “Take your time. No rush. No rush. I love the feel of you like this.”
Raw. Bare. Exposed.
I should have some sense of self-preservation. Yeah, Wheeler is letting me have her tonight. But there’s something keeping her from jumping in with both feet. Who knows how she’ll feel in the morning?
But I know I’m already in too deep to fight. I don’t want any drama. Definitely don’t want to play games. Wheeler is one of a kind, and I’ve been around long enough to know she’s something special.
A small eternity later, the shock waves finally subside. My body feels hollowed out.
And Wheeler—she still feels warm and inviting. I kiss her, a slow, deep, lingering pull and press of tongue, lips, breath.
She’s breathing hard. I get it. I can’t catch my breath either. Our skin is sticky with sweat.
Can’t help it. I smile.
“What?” she whispers.
“Mission accomplished.”
Wheeler scoffs. “You got in my pants?”
“I got you warm.”
She goes still at that. Then, after a beat: “You did. Thank you.”
“You okay if I pull out? Might hurt a little, but I wanna get you cleaned up. This is gonna be messy.”
“That a problem?” Her finger trails down my chest.
“Jesusfuck.”
“What?”
“Just—” I straighten my elbows, using my core to lift myself off her. “You wouldn’t mind the mess, would you?”
“The mess I’m makin’ with you?” Her accent drips with honey. “No, Duke. I don’t mind that.”
I hang my head.Stay calm. Stay cool. You like her, but that don’t mean you do something stupid and fall too fast and too hard.
“Deep breath,” I manage. “Hold on to me if you need to.”
I hear her hair catch on the sheets when she nods, her breasts rising to meet my chest. Her hands are on my shoulders again. “I’m definitely going to be sore.”
