Her eyes slipped shut for a moment as she took all of me, then they lazily opened again with a soft smile. She clasped me so damn tightly that a growl rolled through my chest. Her eyes were dilated with a mixture of lust and the remnants of her buzz. “So good.”
We moved slowly at first. We were usually in a race to the end, but not this time. The playfulness from the elevator fell away into a cocoon of softness. She rolled her hips before she tipped forward and took me deeper. She stilled there and pulsed around me, her grin as destructive as her perfect, clasping body. Then she started moving again and with each undulating motion, she wrapped around me in every way. Arms, legs hugging my thighs, even her hair brushed along my face as we were lost in the endless rhythm of each other.
I lifted my hand to cup the back of her head as the final piece slid together. Her mouth on mine, her breath flowing in between us as she sighed out my name.
Until the slowness wasn’t enough anymore.
Her breath went from soft sighs to gasps as restlessness overrode the sweetness and her kisses became rougher, and the friction became all we could concentrate on. She threw her head back, and I took the opportunity to race over her neck to her shoulder. I couldn’t get enough of her flavor on my tongue.
My other hand coasted up to cup her breast. I peeled the lace of her bra away from her skin to taste her. The brown sugar color of her nipple deepened as I drew on her until it popped from my lips, and then I greedily went for the other one.
She arched into my touch, and I sucked and bit at her until she cried out. Her hips controlled just how fast and deep she took me.
She rose onto her knees and held onto the couch, and I followed her up, unable to accept a disconnect. I drove up into her as my thighs burned at the position. Then I lifted her and rolled her under me on the couch so I could drive down into her. I pushed her legs apart to get closer, then I hooked her knee over my shoulder, and she gasped.
“More.”
Sweat dripped down my beard and between us, but I gave her more. My spine burned as I thrust again and again, trying desperately to hold onto my sanity.
As demanding as she was, it matched and doubled inside of me as I poured out all that frustration and anger into her willing body.
She shuddered under me, and still, I insisted on more.
She rose off the couch, meeting me stroke for stroke until we were both gasping for oxygen. She gripped my shoulders, and I knew she was close.
I couldn’t get her over from here without a little extra help. I ground down, letting some of my weight onto her so I could get a hand between us. My thumb stroked her clit in tandem until she shouted out my name. She almost bucked me off in the frenzy, but I held her down and she vised around me until I had no choice but to follow her over.
I threw my head back and the growl that consumed me flowed into her as I came.
Would it ever not be this intense with her?
I shifted her on the couch, aware that I was crushing her. Instead of letting me go, she situated her legs around my hips and held onto me. “Don’t go.”
“I’m too heavy.”
“Just right.” Her arms slid under mine to lightly stroke down my back. “I like touching your skin. Feeling it against mine.”
“Ah, Hellcat.”
She nuzzled my neck. “I don’t like that you feel like you have to hide yourself from me.”
I tried to pull away, but she held on. “Dahlia.”
“I’m not asking for too much, Nolan.”
“You’re asking for everything.”
She sighed and let her arms fall. “I guess in your mind I am.”
Her face was flushed, and her hair was even bigger, if that was at all possible. But she was achingly beautiful and painted with my marks. My beard, my mouth, my teeth.
Even trying to be gentler, I’d still been too rough.
She lifted her hand to touch my mouth. As if she’d read my mind. “You are worth so much more than you’re allowing yourself. Allowing us.” She brushed a kiss along my scar, then she wiggled for freedom.
I rolled to the side to release her, and my chest ached as she gathered her clothes and escaped down the hall.
Her cat appeared a moment later, his huge green eyes far too intelligent and knowing. He leaped up on the coffee table in front of the couch and started washing his face with his paw.
I collapsed onto my face. I couldn’t just be a normal guy with her after sex. Nope, just the animal who wanted all of her, then I completely went sideways with my stupid mouth.
The cat jumped on my back and used his claws to knead into my skin. “Ow!” I tried to shake him off, but he settled into the dip in my lower back above where my jeans were loose. “Are you kidding me right now?”
A giggle came from the hallway. I looked up and she was wearing a silky robe thing, and her hair was up in one of those messy knots women did so carelessly. “He really does like you.” She came back to sit on the coffee table in front of me. “Which is very handy since I’m going to ask a big favor.”
I crossed my arms under my head. “I’m going to hate this.”
“Probably. But I’m going to call in a few of those markers.”
I peeked out from my stacked arms. “What markers?”
“Saving your ass from the migraine in the rain.”
I growled. “Wouldn’t that be working against the gouged letters in my truck door?”
“It could be. But I’m going to make your house beautiful, so that should count for most of that.” She reached out to stroke the cat on my back which activated a low, rumbling purr. “I rescued Gizmo from a job site. He was in tough shape, malnourished, the whole bit. Problem is, this building doesn’t allow pets—even cats.”
Barely, I resisted the urge to say so what?
