Her hands went to his shoulders, as if she was going to push him away, and Desmond sank his weight deeper onto her.
“Aren’t you going to give me room to move?”
He smiled down at her. “I didn’t say I would make it easy for you to run.”
She slid her hands over his shoulders until her arms were crossed behind his neck. “Then it’s a good thing I had no plans to run.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Yes, it is. God help me, I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go. I wouldn’t have been able to run you down.”
A giggle escaped her. “I bet you couldn’t with that yard stick in the way.”
Desmond gave her a rueful grin. “Probably not.”
Shivers racked his body when he settled between Haley’s thighs. Warmth surrounded him as she accepted his weight.
Rhone was right; Haley was a goddess. The woman enfolding him in her arms wasn’t a stick figure with bones making him gauge how to lie.
Another shiver traveled down his back as he tried to meld closer to her. It was as if her warmth was thawing him from the inside out.
“You feel so good,” he moaned without thought.
She clasped him tighter. “Are you cold? I can get up and turn the air conditioner off,” she offered.
“I’m not cold.”
“Why are you shivering, then?” she whispered, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Because this feels too good to be real.”
Desmond saw the flicker of disbelief before she lowered her lashes, and he could no longer see the yearning within the beautiful brown eyes she was concealing.
Arching his hips upward, he rubbed his straining cock along her clit, and a low moan escaped her. Using his hand, he lifted one of her breasts, latching his mouth onto the beckoning nipple. The low sounds she was emitting sent another shiver coursing down his back.
Drawing his hips back, Desmond tried to slow down enough to heighten her arousal and restrain himself from pounding inside of her the way he wanted to.
When her thighs circled his hips, pressing him back down, Desmond lost what control he was trying to maintain when she clenched his buttocks.
The wanton movements Haley made were so far removed from the shy characteristics she used to show. It had him reconsidering the woman he had assumed her to be. Every movement she made was natural. There wasn’t any of the self-consciousness or any of the reserve he had anticipated. She was being passionate, eager, and demanding for her needs to be met.
Grabbing a hold of her hips, he shifted to place himself in a better position to plunge his cock inside of the unbearable heat of her pussy.
Removing her nipple from his mouth, he laved the stiff tip. “You’re setting me on fire.”
Her mouth on his shoulder, she bit down before she started laving the pinched flesh with her tongue.
Thrusting inside of her, Desmond tried fanning the flames higher as she bucked her hips to take more of him inside. She didn’t want to be ridden slow, her movements speeding with his until they were thrusting in an unrestrained free-for-all.
“I want to feel every inch of you,” she moaned, lifting her hips higher.
Desmond felt his cock straining upward, trying to quell its own aching needs. Sliding higher within her tight sheath, he clenched his hands in the silky sheets to prevent himself from coming.
Swirling his tongue over her nipple as he glided his cock into Haley, Desmond raised her thighs higher as he fucked her so hard that gasps of pleasure came from her, bolstering him on.
Their hands searched and found each other’s most sensitive spots, teasing and playing with each other until Desmond was furious at himself that he had settled for one night.
At the sudden thought, a sense of vulnerability hit him that he had never experienced. He had fucked so many women in his lifetime that he had lost count and lost the memories of their encounters. Not once had he cared if he ever fucked them again, even the women he’d had affairs with over several months. He had never left their bed wondering if he wanted them again, if he would have them again. He just knew he could. Haley was different. She had said straight up that their hook-up was for only tonight. Did she mean what she’d said? Did that mean she wouldn’t want to fuck him again?
The novelty of being unsure wasn’t something he was used to, and he really didn’t like it.
Giving a low growl, he redoubled his efforts to please her. She might walk away from his bed without the intention of sleeping with him again, but the ache in her pussy would be bringing her back for more.
Her fingers tore through his hair as she gripped him as he felt the orgasmic spasms squeezing his dick.