At the sight of his thick length, a niggle of worry flashed through me. But it was quickly followed by liquid heat. “And more fucking.”
With a hand on either side of my face, he dipped in and held eye contact. “Are you sure?”
I pumped his steely length and gave him a hard squeeze. “So ready.”
He bent down, kissed me hard, and picked me up. With one thrust, he was inside me.
I cried out at the intrusion, gasping for breath, the feel of him overwhelming all my senses.
“Jesus, you’re huge,” I said as he moved gently, holding me up against the wall effortlessly while he filled and stretched me so deliciously.
His expression was stern and determined, like he was fully focused on my pleasure. “You’re soaked for me. Your sweet pussy remembered my big cock and was ready.”
This would have been the time to take him down a notch or two, but I was hanging on for dear life and thoroughly enjoying the feel of him inside me.
He moved with long, slow thrusts, one arm anchored to the wall, the other holding my ass. I kept my legs wrapped tight around him and kissed every inch of his neck and jaw, desperate to get closer, to feel more of him.
Wait. This was too much, too intimate. The way we were wrapped up in one another, the deliberate pace he’d set, making sure I felt every thrust.
“Hebert,” I gritted out. “This is fucking, not lovemaking. Are you not able to ravage me properly?”
His gaze darkened, but he said nothing.
Shit, why had I gone and opened my bitchy mouth?
Before I could figure out what to do next, he was carrying me across the house, still buried deep inside me.
Eventually, he deposited me on his king-size bed. It was covered in large, stark-white pillows and a gray quilt. It was masculine and simple, just like him.
That was all the detail I could take in before he flipped me over, pulled up my hips so I was on all fours, and used a knee to spread my legs.
“You want to be fucked,” he said. “I’m your man.” With even more force than before, he thrust inside me. “I’ll fuck you better than anyone ever has or ever will.”
He smacked my ass hard. The sting rang through my entire body. I didn’t know whether to be angry or delighted. In the end, my body took over, and a loud moan worked its way out of me. As much as he infuriated me, the man was making me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of.
“And then you’ll beg me for more.”
I bit my lip, determined to remain focused. I didn’t want more. I wanted to get off and then get out of here, away from this intoxicating man and all these confusing thoughts.
But then he picked up the pace, and I was too busy writhing and screaming and clawing at the sheets to do much thinking.
“You can pretend this means nothing, but I know your secrets, Dragonfly.”
I brought my glass of water to my lips and took a slow sip as I admired how sexy he looked in the dim light of the kitchen.
I was completely naked, save for the Hebert Timber T-shirt I’d snagged from the dresser. The fabric was worn and soft, like a cool blanket draped around me.
He rested his elbows on the kitchen island and smiled. “You talk a big game, but you’re not done with me.”
His hair was messy from all the pulling I’d done, and his bubble butt looked especially delicious in those boxer briefs. But I needed to go.
Yes.
Leave.
Go home.
Away from the hot, sexy lumberjack.
We’d had our fun. Now it was time to leave. That’s what grown-ups did after casual sex.
So why was I lingering?
“I’m gonna take Clem out,” he said. “Wanna watch a movie when I get back?”
I found myself nodding, not yet ready to leave.
When he returned, I was curled up on the couch, enjoying the soft leather and contemplating just how sore I’d be in the morning.
I was drowsy and dick drunk and not in my right mind. That had to be why, when he sat down next to me, yanked me into his lap, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, I didn’t stop him.
A conversation would have to be had. We worked together. Hell, I was this man’s boss. But damn, did his lips feel good.
He kissed me gently, reverently this time, and I melted into him.
Instantly, he was hardening beneath me.
