She walked her hands up his chest, forcing him to recline all the way on the lounger. “So take me then.”
He grabbed her wrists and kissed each one. “Out here?”
She glanced down at his hold on her wrists, her voice going husky. “Out here, sir. Please.”
Her change in demeanor alone would’ve made his cock hard if he hadn’t already been ready to pound into her the minute she’d climbed on his lap. He pulled her close and turned until he had reversed their positions on the lounger. Thank the gods of sex he’d left his wallet in his pocket when he came home. He reached for a condom.
She plucked the foil wrapper from his fingertips and tore it open with her teeth. He laughed. “In a hurry, pet?”
“Not at all. May I?”
He nodded.
She unfastened the button of his jeans and dragged down the zipper at an impossibly slow pace. Her eyes stayed on his as she spread his fly and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked with just enough pressure to make him shudder. “Looks like I’m not the only one who went commando today.”
He rocked into her adept grip. “I had to rush out to the hospital.”
“I like it. It’s sexy.”
“I’ll never wear underwear again if this is what I get as a reward.” She drew her nails along his balls, adding an irresistible sting to the pleasure. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her. “But if you keep that up, this may be a one-sided quickie.”
She laughed, and he released her so she could roll the condom along his length. “Wouldn’t want that.”
“Definitely not.” He hiked her skirt up and positioned himself between her thighs, bracing himself on his forearms. “Tell me now if you’re too sore from this morning.”
She locked her legs around him. “Bring it on. I’m tough.”
Of that he had no doubt. He sank into her, his whole body seeming to groan with satisfaction as her velvet clasp enveloped him. She sighed beneath him, and he wished he could capture that sound in a bottle—so darkly seductive. He could get off simply listening to her take her pleasure.
He canted his hips backward, sliding his cock until only the tip was inside her. Looking down their bodies, he watched as he moved back inside her. In and out, the connection as erotic a visual as he’d ever seen. He glanced up and caught her watching the same thing.
“You like seeing me fuck into you, pet?” he asked, his voice like sand in his throat.
“Yes,” she said—no shame, no embarrassment. He gave her a hard thrust, and her teeth pressed into her bottom lip. “Makes me wish I had my camera with me. You’re too beautiful not to photograph.”
His balls tightened, the idea of Evan taking photographs starring the two—or three—of them an enticing fantasy. “Maybe next time. Or the time after that. Or after that.”
Her lips parted on a gasp as he pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt and grinding his pelvis against her clit.
“Because I’m never going to get enough of you, Evan.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, exposing the damp column of her neck. “Jace.”
A simple plea. Maybe to fuck her harder. Maybe to stop making long-term promises. He didn’t know. And at the moment he didn’t care. He lowered his mouth to her neck and pressed his teeth to the tender skin, eliciting a moan and a buck of her hips.
Fuck. Her response to the roughness sent electricity curling down his spine and winding around his cock. Her cunt clenched around him, and his own groan of pleasure filled the balcony. His hips dialed up the speed without his conscious awareness as he mouthed her throat. The lounger creaked beneath them, mixing with their ragged breathing.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Jace, I’m so close. Can I—”
The request rippled through him like fire. She was asking. Asking to fucking come. Without the pretense of a scene happening. Every muscle in his body seemed to coil tighter, her submission like sexual heroin to his already climbing pleasure. “You have my permission, baby. Let me feel you come.”
He reached down to give her even more pressure on her clit and stroked. Her torso arched and he claimed her neck again, this time sucking her skin so hard he knew it’d leave a hickey. A proud, visible mark for Dr. Dan and the world to see. Mine. The word whispered through him, feeling more right than anything had in a long time.
He held on, driving into her with rocketing need. A freight train without brakes. Sensation enveloped him. Evan cried out in orgasm, calling his name and burying her face against his chest.
And that’s all it took. The pleasure pooling at the base of his spine exploded like a sunburst, and waves of bliss rolled through him as his cock pulsed inside her. “Oh, baby. God. Yes.”
Mine.