8
~Mason~
I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, challenging me again. Just like that night. Tempting me with that sexy little smirk of hers. Hell, the truth was, I didn’t need any extra tempting. Luce was a fiery ball of temptation to begin with. The problem with fire was, you touched it and you would get burned.
But if there ever was a woman worth all of that, it was her. There wasn’t anything on earth that could tell me otherwise. Cuz I knew now. I’d tasted her and I couldn’t get her sweetness off my tongue. I was pretty damn sure, I never would.
I looked at her watching me, knowing she was trying to figure out where my head was at. The spark in her eyes flickered, starting to dim, as the seconds ticked by. She wanted me to open my mouth, to tell her I was going to snatch up the challenge she’d tossed down at my boots.
But I was done talking. Sometimes words were nowhere near enough.
My hands fell from her arms. Stepping into her, I slowly reached out and grasped the nape of her neck. The internal battle I’d been waging lost all meaning the moment I felt her soft skin beneath my wandering fingertips. Just like the other night.
I pulled her into me, forcing her mouth to mine. I hadn’t realized how worked up she'd been all this time until our lips collided and she instantly went wild, her sharp nails clawing at my neck, her pouty lips working frantically to devour mine, and her breath coming in stilted pants like an animal in the throes of an intense heat. Shit, it was usually the way I rolled, what I always went in for.
Intense. Straight down to business. Hard. Rough.
Until now. Cuz right now I just wanted, no—needed—to slow down for once and savor it. To savor her. Take my time and worship the one woman I’d always wanted and never imagined I’d ever fucking get to claim as mine. The other night when that window of opportunity had presented itself, I hadn’t been prepared for it and I guess it'd overwhelmed me. I hadn’t known what to do with it. So, I’d just run with it as I did everything else in my life—in that automated, fast and furious way. I’d treated Luce like any other girl. Fucked her rough and dirty… and kept my shit locked up real tight.
She deserved better. So much better.
And I was gonna give it to her.
“Shh, little darlin'.” I cupped her face, easing her back. “We already rushed last time.”
“I’m all for rushing,” she argued.
Yeah, I could tell. She was trembling with need. It wasn’t like I was above it either. My swollen cock was pressing real uncomfortably up against the zipper of my jeans. Seeing her so desperate for me was the most beautifully raw sight I’d ever witnessed. Somehow, even though it was sexual desire that was in question, there was just something so pure about it with her. So fucking innocent. It was all new to her. And I was the one she was trusting to teach her, to explore it all with.
“Just relax,” I urged her, stroking my thumb over her cheek.
She frowned in thought. “I thought makeup sex was supposed to be a crazy, hot, whirlwind.”
I chuckled. “Hmm.” I slid my hands over her shoulders, sweeping them down the length of her exposed arms, and she shivered in my hold. “Is that where you think this is heading?”
“Well, yeah,” she answered, all matter of fact. “We had a bitch of a fight and—”
I grabbed her hands abruptly, causing her to gasp and fail to finish her sentence. Raising them above her head and pressing them against the wall, I told her with a smirk, “I was just planning on kissing the fuck out of you until you didn’t have breath left in your lungs to utter another word. Then that would’ve been the official end of our fight with you down for the count.”
“Mason!”
I grinned to let her know I was kidding. Her expression softened. I leaned in and whispered, “Pixie.”
Big blue eyes sparkled back at me. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that in an actual affectionate way in so long. Just like the old days.”
Shit, was that true?
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “I just missed you, that’s all. Really missed you, Mason.”
“Fuck, I missed you, little darlin'.” I dipped my head and kissed her long and deep, showing her just how much. She needed to feel it through every soft touch of my lips against hers, the nip of my teeth pulling at her sexy bottom lip and the sweep of my tongue inside her sweet mouth relishing her unique taste. I was used to a kiss being little more than a precursor to sex. Often, I just skipped that shit entirely with some of my hookups, cuz it could send the wrong message, inviting intimacy into a strictly no-strings, empty-sex situation.
With Luce, it was a hell of a lot more than that. It tapped into a part of me that I thought was long gone, awakening an unburdened innocence in me that I hadn’t possessed since early childhood. Before my psycho old man had fucked everything to hell and back and set me on a path that'd stripped away everything good in me. Here with Luce, though, it was as though that goodness had been resurrected. The way she kissed me like I was someone, more than a trophy to brag to her friends about scoring a biker or some shit. The sweet way she nuzzled the side of my neck whenever I pulled back slightly to allow us both to breathe for a second.
“This last week was torture.” Holding her gaze, I let go of her hands, my fingers skimming down the sensitive skin of her inner forearms in a real slow glide as I leaned in and whispered, “Real fucking torture. Still having to keep a close eye on you as your protection detail day after day, but forcing myself to hang back, stand in the shadows and keep my hands off you.” I blew out a breath. “Trying to do the right thing never felt so fucking wrong.”
“What are you saying?” she panted.
I guided her hands down to her sides and relinquished my grip. A little groan of protest left her that made me smile. She couldn’t stand me not touching her, even for a moment. Well, she needn’t have worried.
I lifted my hand and sank my fingers into her silky purple waves, as I told her, “After finally having you, tasting you and claiming that delicious body of yours, the idea that I’d never feel you in my arms again wasn’t something I could wrap my head around. No matter how hard I tried. Every time I saw you, I ached to touch you, to hold you, to fuck you again and again and again.”
“Mason,” she breathed.
Fuck, I loved it when she uttered my name all desperately like that.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Luce. Usually, I sleep with a woman and I’m done. They’re out of my head. But with you, you didn’t just stay there, you consumed me.” I brushed my lips over hers. “You always have. Now we’ve crossed that line, though, I can’t lock down how I feel about you anymore, how much I fucking want you. We belong together. We’ve always belonged together and I’m done letting any outside bullshit get in the way of it.”
Her arms flew around my neck and she jerked me down to her, crushing our lips together. She didn’t ease into it. There was no hesitation at all from her. And, as her hands slipped from around my neck and clutched my biceps fiercely, I knew the sex kitten from the other night had come back out to play. For all my intent to keep things PG-13 with her, to take it nice and slow this time around, the second she dug her sharp nails into my inked skin, it sparked my darker desires to life.
I couldn’t trust myself. She was pushing me right to the goddamn edge. So, against my natural instincts to dominate, I let her take control, own the kiss. And I relished every second of it; her full, luscious lips moving all over mine, her eager tongue frantically exploring every inch of my mouth, like she couldn’t lap up my taste fast enough.
She startled me then, rubbing her large, perky tits against my shirt. Hers was so thin that I could feel their sweet softness with barely any barrier at all, as though she were almost naked. It was deliciously erotic, the tease of it. The need that it sparked in me was so close to pushing me over the edge that I had to rip my mouth from hers and suck in a breath in a bid to calm the hell down.
It didn’t work, because Luce had other ideas.
Ideas to drive me batshit crazy. To push me until the thin thread of control I was holding onto finally snapped and I gave in and unleashed all over her, as it was becoming very clear was what she wanted from me.
A sudden thrust from her, grinding her hot little pussy against my already raging erection was the last straw. I was about to pull back and tell her what was what, how it was going to be, when her expression stopped me short. Her eyes were wide as though she was shocked that she’d been so brazen. So sexually forthright. For someone so inexperienced, it was amazing. Something to be applauded, not quashed.
“Luce, I’m trying my damnedest to do right by you this time around.”
She frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“I went too hard. Treated you too rough, too dirty.”
“Did you hear me complaining?” she asked, cocking a shrewd eyebrow.
I couldn’t help a smirk from forming. “I heard you screaming.”
She licked her lips. Jesus Christ.
My control was slipping. I was about to lose control. “You were screaming out my name. Not just screaming either. Moaning, groaning, panting and fucking begging. You couldn’t get enough.”
Startling me yet again, she fisted her hands in my t-shirt and demanded, “Then make me scream like that again, baby.”
She was literally begging me for it, but I was still hesitating. What the hell was wrong with me? Fuck, it was obvious. She wasn’t like the other girls I’d fucked. I actually cared about her wellbeing, how she felt. How what we did would affect her. I’d known her most of my life. I’d wanted her for the entire adult portion of it. But, more than even that, she was my best friend. She’d been my confidant for years, before I’d forced our estrangement to protect her. At the end of the day, she was everything.
“You deserve better than—”
Her finger covered my lips. “Stop it. I decide what I deserve, not you. I also decide what I want. I don’t want some toned-down version of you, Mason. I’ve wanted you for years just like you’ve wanted me. And, I don’t know about you, but what I wanted was the real you. Even the rough and dirty bedroom you. You turned my world upside down that night and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
I shook my head. “Luce, you don’t—”
“No. You were attracted to the same thing in me that I was in you.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, more than a little intrigued to see what her answer would be.
“My wild heart. The part of me that’s begging to unleash on someone who can finally handle it.”
She was right on the money.
It had me full-on grinning back at her. “You got me, little darlin’.”
She didn’t return my smile. Her face was frozen with intensity as she gazed at me expectantly. No, it was more than even expectation. It was a challenge.
She was calling me out.
Screw it all to hell… she wanted the beast, I’d give it to her.
Time to unleash.
“It was you who called out the beast, little darlin’. Don’t be forgetting that later when you can’t walk straight.”
She gulped, but her voice was steady as she looked me right in the eye and told me with a sultry look, “I can’t wait.”
Fuck, she was getting so spicy. I loved it. I couldn’t wait to bring out more of it.
I reached around to the back of her top, found the clasp, then had it tossed down at her feet in the next second, exposing her delicious tits. Perky rounded globes, large and glorious with rosy-red puckered nipples.
I licked my lips, then grasped her hips, jerking her against me.
“Show me how much you want my cock.”
She got my meaning and began grinding her sweet little pussy against me, as I held her hips, guiding her, forcing her rhythm. Jesus, my cock hated me for putting it through so much teasing. But the feel of her sliding along my jean-clad length was worth the torture, the intense tease sending shockwaves of pure pleasure shooting through my cock, tightening my balls, and spiking through the rest of my body.
She faltered as I leaned in and closed my mouth over her left tit, suckling at the soft flesh like a starving man. I dug my fingers into her hips, making her squeal, and then she refocused on her task like a good girl while I went to town on her succulent tits. Licking, suckling and biting them, I worked her up into a frenzy until her moans and mewls became pants and bordered on screams of bliss. Her hips had become almost violent in the ferocity of their desperate motion. Jesus, she was going to make me come if she kept that up.
“Enough.”
She stopped immediately, pleasing me.
Pressing my hand to her naked tits, I eased her up against the wall beside the door.
Her eyes lit up with barely-contained excitement. She was panting already and I’d barely got started.
I reached up under her tiny skirt and slid my hand slowly up her thigh, watching her reaction carefully. She could hardly contain herself, her breaths coming faster and harsher, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, fidgeting restlessly against the wall. Her thighs were silky smooth and so, so soft. Perfect. Just like the rest of her curvy body. I skated my fingers higher. Higher. I stilled completely, just shy of where she really wanted my attentions. She whimpered and whined, “Mason, please.”
There it was. The magic word.
I jerked her lacy thong to the side and thrust a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, driving as deep as I could go. She jolted against the wall and screamed from the sudden shock of it. After having my cock inside her the other night, she was able to take my finger without too much resistance, so I didn’t need to give her time to adjust. I pounded into her, finger-fucking her without mercy.
“Aren’t you a dirty girl? Getting fingered up against a wall and loving every fucking second of it. So much that your tight little pussy’s dripping all over my hand.”
I paused long enough to work another finger into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grabbed at my arms for support as I continued to pump in and out of her at a rapid-fire pace.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Please, Mason. Please.”
“What’s the matter? You need more?”
She nodded frantically, bucking her hips and trying to ride my hand.
“Not full enough, little darlin’? Do you want another finger, is that it?” I teased, knowing what she really needed.
“No. I… not that.”
“Say it then. Tell me what you want.”
She squeezed my biceps. “Your dick. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
I smirked. “There’s a good girl.”
A sudden knock at the door had the both of us stilling. I was all for ignoring it, until Billy’s voice called into the room, “Mason! Got what you asked for.”
Son of a bitch!
“What’s he doing here?” Luce asked. She looked adorably shell-shocked that we’d been interrupted doing something that probably passed for dirty in her mind.
I couldn’t tell her exactly why Billy was outside my door, or what he’d brought with him. It’d rile her up all over again and we’d finally reached a good place. There was no way I was going to risk rocking the boat. Not tonight. I’d explain things tomorrow when we’d both managed some rest and had a fresh take on things.
So, I threw up the only wall she’d ever accept now that we’d agreed we were together. “Club business.” Luce knew how the club worked. She’d never question me further once I uttered those words. She’d get that I couldn’t talk about it. It bothered me lying to her, but it was for her own good until I could rule out certain threats once my contacts got back to me. It was what I’d been doing earlier when I’d first brought her to my room—putting out feelers about what’d turned out to be a huge mother lode of narcotics we’d found at that house party.
As I’d expected, she nodded.
Sighing, I eased my fingers out of her, gritting my teeth with regret, as I forced myself to step back and turn away from her as I went to answer the door.
Throwing it open, which cut Luce off from seeing Billy on the other side, I shot my brother a warning look to let him know we couldn’t talk openly. He acknowledged my signal with a chin lift back.
“Got what you asked for.” He held a neon-blue gym bag out to me. It was embellished with yellow flowers and sparkly things. I smiled inwardly. Definitely Luce’s.
I pointed to a spot beneath the window ledge adjacent to my door. “I’ll pick it up in the morning.”
There was no way I could take it inside with Luce standing there. She’d know I’d already planned for her to stay over before we’d even sorted things out between us. She’d take it the wrong way and interpret it as me infringing on her personal freedoms. It wasn’t that, though. There was shit going on that she didn’t know about. I had to protect her. I wasn’t following Cole’s M.O. like she’d probably accuse me of doing. That bastard was making things really fucking difficult for me. We really weren’t in a good place right now. As soon as he got back, he’d be finding that out. Dumb fuck.
Billy tossed the bag down there.
“Thanks, brother,” I told him, with a friendly clap on the shoulder to let him know all was right with us now. He smiled, his relief obvious, then took off back down the hallway.
I shut the door and locked it, intending to give Luce my full attention when I heard a distinct buzzing over in the corner of the room. I swung my head over in that direction to see my phone lying on the floor where I’d thrown it, the screen lit up as it vibed across the floor.
Great fucking timing.
“Sorry,” I called to Luce as I jogged over there, snatching it up. “Just one second.”
“Sure,” she murmured.
She sounded about as pleased as I was.
I forced my focus to my phone, noting there wasn’t a scratch on it as I inputted my password. The case’s doing. The thing was a Godsend. In my line of work, my phones had taken some hard impacts, but since I’d picked up this case, my current one had survived, preventing me from having to buy a new one every month or so.
I scrolled to the text message that’d come in.
All the breath shot from my lungs the second I read it. One word stared ominously back at me.
Nightshade.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was worse than I’d thought.
My fingers clenched around the phone, my entire body tensing like a tightly wound elastic band.
I was vaguely aware of my name being called, but it felt like it was coming from a mile away.
Then hands touched my shoulders, jolting me from my stupor. “Is everything okay?” a sweet voice breathed in my ear.
Startled, I swiped my screen, hiding the message from view, and placed it down on the dresser, beside us. Get a grip, fast.
I turned, the false smile plastered on my face becoming real the moment I took Luce in. Her beauty, her innocence, drawing me back to a good headspace. Pulling me out of the dark.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
She looked skeptical. “It didn’t seem like it a second ago. Are you sure?”
I took her in. A blush still dusted her cheeks from her embarrassment earlier of being interrupted mid-finger-fuck. It explained why she now held her top in front of her chest, hiding her sweet tits from me.
“Lose the cover up, Luce,” I growled.
“Mason,” she protested. “I’m serious.”
I reached out and snatched it from her grip, tugging it away from her body and baring her to me once more. She watched with wide eyes as I let it fall to the floor.
“And I’m serious about you never hiding yourself from me again.”
She moved to cover her beautiful tits with her hands.
“Uh uh. What did I just say?”
With a roll of her eyes, she told me, “I’m not going to be the only one half-naked.”
Easy enough to solve. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it across the room.
Her eyes flared with heat.
And I’d had enough. I didn’t give a fuck if anyone or anything tried to interrupt us again, I wasn’t taking my hands off her. “I want you so fucking much, Luce.”
Before she could get a word out, I lunged at her. Tackling her across the waist, which had her squealing, I propelled us onto my bed, bracing myself on top of her on all fours like a wild predator all-too-ready to devour its mouthwatering prey beneath.
“Get that fucking skirt off,” I snarled.
I couldn’t even wait for her to comply. I was way too worked up. Slipping my fingers into her waistband, I roughly tugged it down her silky thighs, stopping briefly to pull off her sexy leather boots. As soon as I had her lying there on my bed in nothing but her lacy thong, I grasped her hips and tossed her further up the bed.
“Mason!” she laughed.
But this wasn’t a laughing matter. Nah, she’d called out the beast. All bets were off now.
I clamped my hand over her mouth. “No talking.”
Her eyes went wide.
“The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are those begging me, or thanking me for the pleasure I give you. Got it?”
She nodded and I dropped my hand.
I pulled away briefly to lose my jeans and boxers and then I leaned down and flicked her nipple with my tongue. She moaned as I sucked her left tit into my mouth. Releasing it with a resounding pop, I licked my way over to her right one, devouring her soft flesh like a starving man.
“More,” she pleaded, writhing beneath me.
I made my way down her stomach at a rapid pace, tasting her frantically with my lips, tongue and scoring her skin with slight grazes from my teeth, enough to give her a bite of pain. I knew from the other night that it got her off.
“Oh God. Stop teasing,” she whimpered, her arms coming up to reach for me.
I snatched her wrists before they could make contact and guided them to the headboard. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
She shook her head.
“Yes, you are. Now, hold on tight to this railing and don’t let go until I say so.”
The second she reached behind her and took hold of it, I slid her little thong off and balled it up in my hand.
“Open that sweet mouth,” I commanded, reaching over and holding it in front of her.
She screwed up her face.
“Too dirty for you? Having your mouth stuffed with your soaking wet panties?”
I swept two fingers through her pussy and brought them to my lips and made a show of licking them in front of her. Her eyes darkened with desire. “But, darlin’, you taste so fucking sweet. And, believe me, with what I’m about to do to you, you’re gonna need the gag, or all my brothers will hear you.”
She smirked as she said, “You weren’t lying. You really are a dirty bastard when you fuck.”
“I was holding back the first time with you.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
She opened her mouth.
“Good girl,” I crooned, as I pushed the thong into her mouth.
I didn’t give her time to think about it. In the next second, I grabbed her by the ass and jerked her towards me, lifting her half off the bed as I forced her pussy to my salivating mouth. I spread her slippery lips apart with my thumbs and thrust my tongue deep. I could hear the violence of her muffled screams against the gag and they heated my blood something fierce. Her sweet juices coated my tongue and I couldn’t get enough. I lost myself in her taste, tongue-fucking her mercilessly as she bucked wildly in my grasp, continuing to scream through her gag, helpless to my ministrations, forced to take it all.
I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, saturating it in her juices that had pooled between her legs and were now dripping down her thighs.
“No coming,” I told her, as her body went rigid.
She moaned into her gag, shaking her head from side to side.
“Wait like a good girl.”
But another stroke of my tongue over her over-sensitized clit had her losing her shit. She let go of the bed frame, ripped the gag out of her mouth, and lunged at me. Jesus Christ. I caught her in my arms as she drove me onto my back. I used the momentum to roll her, so I was back on top. A smirk from her let me know that wasn’t the end of it, though. She hooked her leg around my hip and executed an impressive jujitsu move, using my weight against me to flip me and switch our positions again. A move I’d taught her back in the day to defend herself with. Right now, though, all I could think about was how goddamn hot it was that she was wrestling naked with me and managing to get one up on me.
Her wet pussy dragged along my chest as she strengthened her position on top of me, making my cock jerk violently. She must’ve felt it against her ass, because her gaze snapped to mine and she grinned. “You like this, baby?”
I growled at her. “I’m gonna take that tight pussy hard.”
She squealed as I jolted her off me and she landed, bouncing on her back on the springing mattress.
I flipped over and lunged for my bedside table, ripping the top drawer open. Fumbling inside for a couple of seconds, I managed to grab a condom and a second later, I was ripping it open with my teeth. I rolled it down over my raging hard-on in record time.
Then I dragged her closer. Her eyes went wide as I hooked her left leg over my shoulder, spreading her open to me.
“Watch,” I told her. “I want you to see your greedy little pussy swallowing my big fat cock.”
Her breath hitched. “Yes,” she gasped.
The look on her face was killing me. The sheer want there. And those hungry eyes of hers. The animal in me roared ferociously, desperate to claim what belonged to it. I couldn’t fucking hold back.
Yanking her hands above her head with my free hand, and tightening my grip on her thigh with my other, I lined the head of my cock up with her dripping pussy, reared back and then thrust deep, burying my entire length inside her.
“Oh God,” she choked.
I pounded into her, feeding her every inch of my cock. Her pussy gripped me like a tight, heated fist. Fucking incredible. With all the buildup, the stranglehold she had around my dick that just intensified with each one of my hard, punctuating thrusts pummeling her into the mattress, my balls were already tightening to the point of pain. I was ready to blow my load deep inside her.
And then her body went rigid. She let out a wild shriek and I had to clamp my hand over her mouth as she continued to scream, thrashing beneath me. I gritted my teeth as I felt her pussy spasm around my cock. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to let go and come along with her.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
“Fuck, woman,” I growled.
She lay limp on the covers, a satisfied smile ghosting her lips, sweat soaking her hair.
“Mmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
“Uh uh,” I said, pulling out and reaching for her. “We’re not done.”
I hauled her off the bed, carrying her over to my dresser. Putting her down in front of it, I pushed down on her back and she bent forward. I grabbed her hands and guided them to the edges. “Hold on tight, little darlin’.”
She spread her legs wide for me and I smiled at the open invitation. She wanted more. Just like me, she couldn’t get enough. Wild little thing.
Shifting my weight, I lined my cock up with her opening. And then I pushed inside. Slowly. Letting her feel every inch of my thick shaft impaling her, stretching her wide. Her long, drawn out moan was music to my ears.
“Oh God, Mason,” she panted.
“I know, little darlin’.”
I reached between her legs and rolled her clit between my fingers as I continued to slide my slicked cock in and out of her at a torturously slow pace.
She pushed her face down as she began to shudder against me, the cherry wood muffling her throaty cries as she came hard again.
I stayed seated deep inside her as spikes of pleasure shot down my shaft. Shit, I wasn’t gonna hold out much longer. Time for one last rough ride that she wouldn’t forget.
Taking my slicked index finger, I circled her asshole. She jerked in my hold. I teased the rim, using her own juices to lube her up. Another jerk from her. She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes wide.
I kept my gaze glued to hers as I slid the tip in, easing past the tight ring of muscle. She mewled and tightened up.
“Relax for me.”
I figured she’d stop me, tell me it was a step too far for her.
Instead, she nodded her head. “Okay.”
She closed her eyes, a blissful smile on her face as I worked my finger deeper until it was completely swallowed by her hot little ass. The sight alone almost had me coming right there. And then as I began to pump it in and out of her, the keening sounds that came from her… fucking hell.
“Yeah, that’s my girl.”
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
“Fuck is right, Luce. I’m gonna give you a good, hard fucking while my finger’s buried deep in your ass.”
I didn’t waste any time delivering. I drove my cock back inside her. She was beside herself as I power-fucked her like a madman, my cock and my finger working in tandem to drive us both into sexual insanity.
“Yeah, give it to me,” I ground out as I felt her clamp down hard around my shaft again.
She drenched my fingers as she exploded around me. I couldn’t hold back and as her pussy sent shockwaves ricocheting through me, I let it all go, roaring out my release like a wild boar. It was so powerful, it just kept going, pumping and pumping out of me with the force of a violent tidal wave.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, when it finally started to subside.
I pulled out slowly and took Luce in. She was slumped over my dresser, looking completely spent. “Okay, little darlin’?” I asked, stroking my hand down her naked back.
She grinned over her shoulder at me. “Hell, yes. That was incredible.”
God, she was cute. “Come here,” I said, holding my arms out to her.
She pushed off the dresser and I snatched her up, carrying her back to the bed. I laid her down underneath the duvet and covered her up. “Be right back.”
I strode into the bathroom and cleaned up, taking care of the condom, before heading back in to her. I’d never been so eager to get back to a woman before.
“Stay with me tonight,” I said, climbing in beside her.
Sleepy eyes fixed on me. “Will you hold me?”
Her vulnerability hit me right in the gut. She’d taken a lot from me tonight. And until last week, she’d been a virgin. Everything was new to her. Probably overwhelming. She needed me to make it all right. To reassure her.
“Not going anywhere, Pixie.”
She giggled.
I pulled her against me and wrapped her up tightly, kissing her hair. “You were amazing tonight.”
She murmured something, but I couldn’t make it out. In the next second, she was sound asleep in my arms.
Where she belonged.