My sex throbs for more from him.
One orgasm wasn’t enough. I crave another. I want him.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, climbing off the bed.
I whimper in protest and sit up, watching his naked ass scamper into the bathroom. He opens the bottom cabinet and digs through a bunch of stuff that I’ve managed to keep cleaned up and hidden away.
“You better not have used my condoms without me,” Moreno says.
“With whom?” I laugh at his absurdity. It’s not like I’m sneaking men into my bedroom.
I haven’t touched a man in months, long before coming to Breckenridge.
“Not who. What. You have a vibrator.” He grabs the base and shows it to me from beneath the sink that he discovered my toy. Like I don’t know that I hid it down beneath the sink in the cabinet.
I didn’t think he’d go searching through my belongings.
“Kill me now,” I mutter under my breath.
It’s not like I can lie and say that it doesn’t belong to me.
“This thing is getting tossed. I’m not having a toy satisfy my woman.”
His woman? I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from grinning.
“Then you better get back over here and finish what you started,” I say. “Or I might have to finish myself.”
“Oh hell, no.” There are a few more seconds of him rummaging under the sink in the cabinet. “Found it!” He grabs a condom and brings it back out to the bedroom, opening the packet, tossing the foil wrapper on the nightstand.
About damn time.
He unwraps the condom, and within a matter of seconds, he’s pouncing on me, straddling me on the bed, his lips descend onto mine.
I reach down between us, needing to feel him inside of me. My body is humming with excitement.
A moan escapes my lips as he enters me. Burying deeper, I wrap my legs around him and toss my head back.
Each thrust is slow and drawn out, building up a rhythm together.
I run my fingers over his chest and then along his back, down to his ass, pulling him tighter.
He’s taking his time, savoring every moment.
His lips cover mine, and I clench down, feeling the impending orgasm surface.
Moreno growls as he nips my lips, and his mouth moves to my neck, sucking the skin.
Each thrust is deeper, harder, faster as I pull him tighter against me.
My heart slams against my chest, and my eyes squeeze shut, back arching as he drives me over the edge.
He grunts into my ear, letting go, collapsing against my body.
I don’t want to unwrap myself from him, but he untangles and retreats to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Climbing under the covers, I reach for the light, shutting it off beside the bed.
Moreno shuts off the bathroom light and slips under the covers with me, pulling me against him. “Sleep, Paige,” he says, kissing me softly.
I want to remind him that his daughter is likely to see us together in the morning, naked. That we both should put something on since the adjoining door doesn’t lock, but I’m too tired and hope that we’re awake before Nova sneaks into my bedroom.