He wanted to savour it, to enjoy every mounting second. But she felt so good, so wet, so inviting. Her sounds wanton and as desperate as he.
He slid one hand between her legs, seeking her out once more, loving how it made her still, her building tension palpable in every taut muscle. He rocked into her, his thighs slapping against her own, his own pleasure-filled tension working its way through every limb and taking over, ramping up his tempo.
He tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch to him. He wanted his hands everywhere: on her clit, her pretty little tits, everywhere.
He caught movement ahead, saw their faint outline reflected in the window before him—so fucking carnal. He would take that image everywhere with him. She panted her impending climax; he watched it take hold of her body in the glass before him and it tipped him over the edge. He exploded into her, the force winding him, the cries of her orgasm breaking their way into his consciousness and compounding his own.
He dragged her up against his chest, holding her tight, the waves racking their bodies as they rode them together. He held her like that until the very last aftershock rippled through them and he could trust his voice to work. ‘You are so fucking hot, you know that?’
She gave a sound that was more of a scoff than a giggle.
She had no idea. None at all. How was that possible?
She turned her head into his chest, nudging at his chin with a soft sigh. ‘You’re not so bad yourself.’
‘Not so bad?’ He squeezed his arms around her in mock offence and she rewarded him with a melodic giggle, one that rippled through his very core. ‘We’re not heading for more Daniel-bashing, are we?’
She gave a proper laugh. ‘I wouldn’t dare without your sister to hand.’
‘Well, thank fuck she isn’t.’ He bowed his head, resting his chin upon her shoulder and wanting nothing more than to go round two, three, maybe even four as soon as he was able. ‘What say we stay here and order takeout?’
‘Hmm.’ She stretched out against him, finding her feet, and he felt his cock protest as it slipped free. ‘Sounds good.’
He hadn’t realised he’d been holding his breath until it escaped with her reply, and now he grinned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before straightening to release her. ‘I take it I have to brave the outer realm to get cleaned up.’
She turned her head to give him a sheepish look. ‘Afraid so.’
‘Fair enough, you sort the takeaway and I’ll try not to expose myself to the cleaners.’
‘You’re on.’ She chuckled. ‘Chinese, Indian, Thai...’
He deliberately chose her line from earlier that day. ‘I’m easy.’
‘I know.’ Her eyes sparked into his and his cock bucked with it. Round two couldn’t come soon enough.
‘So long as I have you for dessert.’
She turned into him, her fingers tracing a path over his chest and setting off goosebumps in their wake. ‘Oh, I think that can be arranged.’
A tremor rippled through his body, it was already gearing up, and then came a flash of sanity.
Don’t forget your other purpose.
He almost wanted to forget. Didn’t want any part of reality eating into their time together, but he still had a duty to perform and the sooner he did...
He looked down into her heavy-lidded gaze, its pull drawing him in, and forced himself to stay in check. ‘I also need to have that talk with you about Julia too.’
She tensed, her fingers dropping away along with her eyes, desire giving way to professionalism, and totally at odds with her naked and entirely distracting form.
‘Of course,’ she said softly, her body easing back, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against him again. He wasn’t about to lose her over it.
‘It won’t take long,’ he assured her, his head bowing to caress her lips with his own as he added, ‘then we can get back to more pleasurable pursuits.’
Her contented sigh filled his ears and warmed his blood, his lips curving up even as he kissed her—much better.
CHAPTER FOUR
‘HEY, I THOUGHT you weren’t going to be in this morning.’