“And you’re mine,” he ground out. “Don’t ever forget it. You are mine.” He plunged into her in one thrust, violent enough to lift her completely off the counter.
“Yes!” Was she was screaming to acknowledge his ownership of her body or to exult in the fullness between her legs that only he could create? Maybe it was a little bit of both.
He put on a condom, gripped her hips and took her with a kind of mindless savagery she hadn’t thought him capable of. Every minute was a symphony of excitement, the delicious slick friction driving her further and further toward an incredible height.
The climax blew through her so forcefully her back felt like it would snap. She sobbed his name, but he wasn’t through. He kept pounding into her, his rhythm relentless, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. Another wave hit her, sending her even higher. She was no longer in control of her body, yet she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she felt fulfilled, loved and safe.
At her third climax, he came, his guttural cry intensifying her pleasure until even the soles of her feet tingled.
When her breathing evened again, Kerri wrapped her arm
s around him, burying her tear-stained face in the crook of his neck. She couldn’t help but think that despite the pleasure she’d received, she’d given away too much of herself.
Chapter Twenty-Five
ETHAN LEFT FOR THE OFFICE the next day, even though it was Sunday. Apparently it was okay for him to work weekends. Hypocrite, she thought fondly.
Then again, he couldn’t always work out of his study. Many of the documents he needed were confidential and couldn’t be removed from the office building.
She was dressed in old black jeans and comfortable t-shirt. The TV didn’t have anything interesting, and she was bored. No, that wasn’t true. She was brooding about Lisa, and what Catherine had said.
Ethan knew more about Kerri than anybody else. Was he in this because he wanted to fix things for her in an attempt to redeem himself for the “fuckup” Catherine had kept mentioning?
And what was this “fuckup” anyway? Did it even matter when Kerri was in it for the short haul?
“Argh!” Kerri half-growled at herself. It wasn’t like her to worry about things she’d already told herself weren’t important.
Except they were. They were about Ethan, and she wanted to know.
Okay, enough is enough. She needed a distraction. Maybe a visit to Natalie’s would be just the thing.
Mind if I come over? she texted Natalie.
The answer came after a moment. Mi casa es tu casa.
Kerri left the penthouse with a small purse and drove the BMW out of the underground parking garage. Almost immediately, three black SUVs appeared in the rearview mirror.
Hmm. If she were the imaginative type, she might’ve thought they were some kind of bad guys. Maybe kidnappers. She snorted at the silly notion. Why would anyone want to kidnap her? Who would pay the ransom?
Ethan.
No, that was a stupid idea. Why would he do that for a short-term fling?
Her phone rang, and she frowned. It was Justin.
“Good thing I caught you.” His voice was tight, his words fast and clipped. “Where are you?”
“On the road at the moment. Why?”
“Barron fired my PIs. He decided they were incompetent.”
“Not surprising. Nobody’s competent enough for him, and you didn’t hire the best.”
“That’s not the point. Barron decided to get involved. Got it? He’s going to locate you himself.”
She flexed her suddenly clammy palms, and took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”