"No green tea here. Only coffee and O.J." He smirked. Looking up at him through her painted eyelashes, her eyes had that black goop in the corners that came with too much makeup. Though it didn't deter from her in the least. Why did Cards insist their bartenders wear that crap? He made a mental note to have a righteous discussion with Joe, her manager, about that topic.
"Crap," she said.
He chuckled along with Smith, who quietly snuck out of the room.
"Why aren't you still sleeping?" he asked. "You have to work tonight."
"I can't sleep past ten." She huffed and blew a tendril of hair that had fallen over her eyes away.
They had something in common. "I can't sleep past six."
Brows sliding together, she said, "But you did today, right? You just got up, that's what woke me."
"Best damn few hours of sleep I've had in forever," he admitted. "But, let's get you back upstairs so I can lose myself in you before I have to leave for the day."
"What time do you need to go?"
"One-thirty," he answered.
She scoffed. "Plenty of time."
Growling, he planted a claiming kiss on her lips. "You are so my kind of woman."
Bending down, he tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold, causing her to squeak, and with coffee in hand, carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, set his cup on the stand, then shucked his jeans. The entire time his eyes not leaving her. Yep, he was going to eat her alive.
"Darling, I'm getting myself checked for a clean bill of health, 'cause I want to ride you bareback," he said while he crawled up the bed, stalking her like the powerful predator he felt he was. "You on the birth control?"
Biting her lip, she nodded.
"Good."
He pounced, inhaling her mouth. He covered her body with his. Those wandering hands of hers dug into him, pulling his pelvis against hers, seeking the friction between their moving bodies. Breaking his assault on her mouth, he jolted upright, yanked the tee off her and ripped the panties into shreds. Grabbing a condom, he made quick work of donning it and then fucked her wild.
Yeah, he made her scream. His name. Numerous times.
Unrelenting, he drove into her, his body formed a sheen of sweat. Lifting her, so she sat on his lap, her body quivered as he was able to get deeper into her. Their naked bodies created the sexiest sounds as she met him thrust for thrust, taking as much as he was giving.
“Fuck,” he roared. He lifted her so she rode him. Her breasts bounced, taunting him, until he sucked them into his mouth, biting and scraping his teeth over her sensitive buds.
“Derk,” she screamed again. “I can’t. I can’t,” she breathed.
The fuck she couldn’t. “Not done, babe,” he barked breathless.
He burrowed deeper, a disturbing part of him wanted to crawl inside her body and own her from within. Derk wanted her sore, so each time she moved she’d know he had thoroughly possessed her. That’s right, she was his. For the here and now, until he said otherwise, she belonged to him.
He knew he hit that delicious spot when her body convulsed around his, again, clamping down on him, yanking him in and squeezing him tight. He didn’t stand a chance. His body took over. Black and white spots blinded him as his body violently released into that piece of synthetic. Well, he’d never experienced that before, and fuck him if he didn’t want it again. Now.
They collapsed in a pile of naked, sweaty bodies wrapped around one another.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” she whispered, her voice tired but light.
Nuzzling her neck, he inhaled her intoxicating scent of vanilla, sex, perspiration, and himself, blended together. The most alluring aroma ever. He laid gently pecks across her flushed face and begrudgingly dislodged himself from her. She didn’t bother to move. Just fell asleep in the position she ended up in. How fucking attractive was that?
While he rid himself of the condom, he couldn’t peel his eyes from her. The way her auburn hair splayed over the white sheets was a captivating sight on a visceral level. Her shallow breaths said she felt safe and comfortable in his bed. A part of him didn’t want her to become too cozy, but seeing this first hand made him feel fifteen feet tall. Like he’d done something right by her. How fucked up was that?
Turning on his heels, he went to the en-suite bathroom and shut himself inside to get ready for visitation day at the funeral home. It was a good thing he had to leave her. A breather would give him time to gain perspective and come to his damn senses.
***
Showered and dressed in his black Tom Ford suit, minus the tie. In a tender moment he'd never gifted to another woman, Derk leaned down and kissed Mackenzie softly on her cheek, then left the room.