Dragging her down to the end of the bed, I rip her shorts down, lining up my cock before sinking it deep and hard into her hot cunt.
“Dirk…” she gasps, stilling beneath my dominance.
I start to pound into her feverishly from behind and her hands stretch and claw at the sheets as she moans. Her ass rises to meet my thrusts, and the heat of orgasm surges to wildfire in my veins.
Sliding my hand around, I find her clit, massaging firmly as her knees buckle and a whimper comes from her throat.
“That’s right.” Bending forward, my voice is at her ear. “You like this?”
She nods quickly. “Harder…”
Her body is soft beneath mine, and we’re working in time, thrusting and pulling. She turns her face, and I cover her mouth, driving my tongue inside to taste her. Her hand reaches up, fingers threading in my hair, and pulling. Our lips slide and bite, and with another hard thrust, the surge of orgasm rips through my body.
“Fuck!” My mouth breaks away, and I drop my head on her shoulder, holding as the pulsing rocks me, as my own knees bend.
We collapse onto the bed, riding out the last waves, holding, clenching, until the shudders pass, and the room returns to focus.
I roll to the side. She’s on her stomach, her arms bent and her head turned to face me. Reaching out, I trace her hair away from her eyes with my finger, and she blinks up at me.
A naughty grin curls her swollen, bruised-red lips. “I let you win.”
Exhaling a laugh, I scoot closer, rolling her onto her back and covering her upper body with mine. “I’m stronger than you.”
She gazes up at me with those stunning eyes, and I slide my hand across her forehead, moving her hair back.
“I love your strength.” A slight rasp is in her voice. “I love knowing you could hurt me, but you’re holding back because you can’t live without me.”
“I would never hurt you.”
Quiet falls between us. Our eyes hold, and the pull between us is undeniable, like it always has been since that very first day. Leaning down, I kiss her slowly, gently, sliding my lips across hers before opening her mouth and finding her tongue.
She feels so good, and with every beat of my heart, I’m calm, sure. They say when it’s right, you just know it. The words are right there, but I won’t say them. Still, it’s here, waiting to be plucked from the air like the apple on an ancient tree.
The one we were warned not to touch.
18
Reanna
The lightof my phone illuminating the darkness rouses me. I’m curled up next to Dirk in his enormous bed, and his arms are clutched tight around me.
It’s the most divine heaven until I read my phone, and it all goes to hell.You’re in Hamiltown. Do you have it?
Natasha.Shit.
I was hoping to keep her in the dark as long as possible, but of course, she’s tracking my phone.Started in HVH’s study. At DW’s. Will return soon.
That should shut her up for a while. Last thing I need is her bugging me or worse, Dirk seeing one of her texts and asking questions.
Putting my phone away, I trace my fingers along the lines of his forearm wrapped around my shoulders. We’re sharing so much and growing so close. I want to stay here with him, know him better, share everything… or as much as I can. I’m having a hard time staying focused on my goal, and searching for the ledger is slipping in my priorities.
Could I let go of trying to find my father’s killer? Give up on trying to find out if my brother is still alive? Don’t I owe them that? Would Dirk understand if I told him why I’m really here, that I’m not really a student at Thornton?
Every time I close my eyes and imagine saying the words to him—that I was planted in his class to get close to him, so he would bring me here where I could search for a ledger of criminals for an organization he’s been fighting for years—paralyzing fear shoots down my spine.
Would he believe I fell in love with him despite every self-protective instinct and order not to do so? It wasn’t even an order. The idea I might fall for him never entered the realm of possibilities.
I could make it up to him. I could give him something he wants. I could go back and bring them down myself…