Pascal
Although the drive back to Court’s place isn’t too terrible—considering the traffic—it feels like an eternity. It’s empowering to know I can affect him with just a kiss—a glance and words. Even though he appears generally down to earth and easygoing, he’s more sophisticated and complicated than anybody I’ve ever dated. And the fact that he’s shown a few glimpses of vulnerability touches me more than I can say.
I’m hyperaware of his scent, mixed with the subtle leather of the seats, and every flicker of emotion playing across his stunning face. The quick dart of his tongue as he licks his lips, a flash of white teeth, his hand brushing my arm…and the shivers that run through me. The desire that beats in my blood.
He parks recklessly, then jumps out. I dash out and rush to him, wrapping my arms and legs around his shoulders and waist. He cradles my ass and his mouth crushes mine. I kiss him with pent-up lust, devouring him. He molds my lips with his, glides his tongue against mine and nips at me, the sharp sensation sending a hot streak of need all the way to my core.
Oh my God. We might just do this in the garage. Again. I don’t think I give a damn, though. Somehow when I’m with Court, I become more reckless, more attuned to my most basic urges.
Court maneuvers us until we’re inside an elevator. I feel the hard wall at my back and tighten my hold on him, losing myself in our kiss. I’m already wet, and my nipples rub and ache against my bra. He feels amazing, his hard cock pressing against me, his strong muscles bunching under my touch.
Somehow we’re in the foyer, then inside the penthouse. The second the door closes, he pushes me against it, then shoves a hand under my flaring skirt without breaking the kiss. I tug at his pants, undoing the buckles and unzipping and pushing the whole thing down his legs along with his underwear.
I vaguely feel the lace rip, and Court’s fingers running along my slick folds.
My entire body is quivering with emptiness. “Now,” I demand, my voice low and thready with need.
He thrusts two of his long fingers into my pussy. I clench around them, but they aren’t what I want. “No. Your cock.”
His face is taut with barely restrained lust, but a grin pops onto it. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Now, now, n—”
He drives into me, cutting me off with a kiss. I’m so wet that he glides in like a dream, the slick friction positively delicious. I feel like I’m melting, twining myself more tightly around him. The rapid thrusts stoke the heat in my belly until it burns with an incinerating intensity.
“You feel so good,” he mumbles against my lips. “I want to do this forever.”
“So do I. But after we come.”
He laughs. “Greedy.”
“Why shouldn’t I be? You’re mine.” The words slip out, but he doesn’t seem to notice as bliss twists the chiseled perfection of his face.
I cling to him as he pushes us harder and faster to a blinding climax. When the first orgasm hits me, it’s like fireworks are going off in my body. The second one makes me feel like every strand of my hair has been set ablaze.
“Oh fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.” He grits his teeth.
He pulls out with a groan, and warm wetness hits my belly. I watch him come. His eyes lose all focus as the eyelids flutter downward. He’s gorgeous—a masterpiece in rapture.
Then he’s wrapping his arms around me like a vise, like he’ll never let go. I let him hold me, loving the sensation of having him around me.
“Jesus. You’ve got me acting like a horny teenager,” he says when his breathing settles a bit.
I grin. “The drive got me super hot and bothered, too.” And it isn’t just my sex drive that ramps up every time I’m around him. My shields drop. It’s like I instinctively know I’m safe with him.
He kisses my forehead. “Move in with me.”
That jerks me out of the postcoital haze. “Wait. Here?” I point my index finger down. “Like, here? Move in here? With you?”
He laughs. “I don’t think you said ‘here’ enough.”
Moving in together is the next natural step. I want to scream yes, but are we going too fast? We’ve known each other for a little over a month now—not counting the one-night stand.
On the other hand, Curie said I’d know when I met the right guy. And my heart says Court is the man.
Screw it.
“Okay,” I say.