When I take Sloan’s hips in my hands and pull back, she surprises me by lifting in a silent demand for more. And when I shove my cock deep again, she sinks her teeth into my shoulder with a ragged moan.
Fire treks through every vein and nerve. She lets loose another throaty cry, nails digging into me, as she moves with me. I do my fucking best to keep the rhythm slow and even, let the friction build into something urgent. Then once she’s close, I’ll bang my way into her—deep and unrelenting—until I send her hurtling over the edge.
But my body has other ideas.
Under me, she’s panting as if she’s run miles and moaning desperately in my ear. Around me, I feel her tightening, clenching and milking me like nothing I’ve ever felt.
This woman is my wife, the one I get to make love to every night for the rest of my life—if I play my cards right. That turns me on even more.
I grip the perky cheeks of her ass in my greedy palms and slam my way inside her again, again, again. I lose my head. It goes the way of my heart, which already belongs to her. Next thing I know, the headboard slams the wall in time with her feminine moans. She digs her heels into my thighs and strains to get closer to me as I feel the pleasure rushing up to swallow me whole.
Fuck, this orgasm is going to ruin me, and I don’t care. Nothing is more important than melding with Sloan.
Sucking in jagged breaths, I grip the top of the headboard and use it for leverage, fucking her deeper, harder, relentlessly. She bows and twists frantically, kissing every part of my skin she can reach.
“Baby…baby. Oh, fuck. I need you. Come. For me. Now.”
“Oh, my…god. Yes. Yes!” Her voice rises to something between a wail and a scream. Her whole body tenses up. Then she lets loose a gravelly keening that seems to go on and on as she grips me with her tight pussy, clamping down until there’s no way I can hold out.
With tingles at the base of my spine and fire brewing in my balls, I shout out at the ecstasy that flattens me in the next heartbeat, leaving me shuddering, sated, and shaken.
“What the hell was that?” I pant once I finally start to catch my breath. “And when can we do it again?”
I don’t know what reaction I expected, but it wasn’t her bursting into tears.
“Sloan? Baby?” I brush the fiery strands of her hair clinging to her sweat-damp face, then wipe away her tears. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re trying to ruin me. And I’m so stupid for letting you.”
My heart, which was chugging from orgasm, suddenly stops. Is that her way of admitting that the sex got to her and stripped her emotions raw? Or is it possible she’s saying she loves me, too? “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
“It’s not.” She tries to push me off.
I’m not budging. “Why isn’t it okay? Give me one reason.”
“We’re enemies.”
“We don’t have to be.”
“You’re taking over my company.”
“Shane had run it into the ground. It would have ceased to exist in less than a week anyway. We’re giving it new life.”
“You chained yourself to me for a business deal.”
I press kisses across her face before settling softly on her mouth. “Do I look like I’m complaining? Tell me what’s really bothering you.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “This day has been too much.”
“What do you mean?”
She huffs. “You want me to humiliate myself? Fine. The last time I had sex—the only time—my boyfriend of two months dumped me afterward. He said I just wasn’t that attractive after all.”
Is she worried I’ll say the same? I wish I knew the name of the punk who took her V-card, then hurt her so I could beat the absolute hell out of him. “He was either a player or an idiot, baby. You’re everything, and that was the best sex of my life. And if you can’t guess how I feel about you after that, I’ll be happy to show you again.”
Her lashes flutter open, and her watery blue eyes nearly swallow my soul whole. “What do you mean?”
“I love you.” It feels both dangerous and exhilarating to say that.