The way she kissed him back, slowly rocking her lips, her tongue lightly skimming his, felt a whole lot like she was memorizing the taste and feel. Like she expected this to be the last time. Again.
And while he knew it would be better for both of them, he thought he just might want to die rather than walk away again. So, he broke the kiss, pushed his softening cock deeper into her, and leaned on his elbows to look into her face. “I don’t wanna talk.”
Her chin jutted. “Never do.”
“I don’t want us to say things we’ll want to take back. Not tonight.”
“You want to pretend?”
“I want to stay with you.”
Her eyes narrowed, spearing him. “What’s the matter? Haven’t gotten any lately?”
“You’re starting…” he warned.
Sin huffed out a breath. “All right. So, maybe I haven’t gotten any lately either.”
He shook his head. Every discussion led to an argument. No matter how large or small. “So, we’re agreed. No talking.”
Her eyelids dipped. “What if one of us needs to give a little direction?”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “Now, O’Rourke, you know there’s only one person who gives the orders in this bed.”
“Things could change.”
He tilted his head. “Do you want to be in charge?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Not really.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“So, what do you have in mind?”
“Spirit’s willing, but someone needs a little rest.”
“Gonna take a nap?”
He grunted. “No, I need a little nourishment.”
“Oh.” A sexy smile stretched her lips. “I’m a little hungry, too.”
“That settles it.” He pulled out of her. “I’m hungrier. I’ll start eating first.”
“Always thinking of yourself,” she teased, but raised an arm to rest her head on as he slid a pillow beneath her butt and rearranged her legs, opening them wide. When he knelt between them, her chest began to rise and fall a little faster.
“Always liked this view,” he said, his voice deepening with pleasure. He bent low over her pussy and spread her lips. “Like it even better when you’re a little swollen, like now. Means I’ve been doing it right.”
“Always looking for a little praise. What’s the matter? Your teacher never gave you gold stars?”
“Don’t need any damn gold stars. Time to shut up.” He pulled up her knees and forced them wide. Her folds parted, exposing her entrance. “Still have that little vibrator I gave you?”
“Jesus,” she whispered.
He reached into the top drawer of her night stand, rooting blindly until his hand closed around the slender, rubbery shaft of his favorite toy. When he raised it for her to see, she closed her eyes.
Chapter 3
He remembered the first time he’d snuck it into their bed. He’d fucked her, sliding the toy inside her along the top of his cock. They’d both come unglued.