I wouldn’t last. I couldn’t. I cried out into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound and kept pistoning into me.
“Come. Come for me,” he said against my lips.
I had never heard anything sweeter. My pussy responded, and my body seized as I came so hard my back arched off the bed. His name was on my lips before he silenced me with another deep kiss. I was nothing but heat and bliss, all exploding from my core into every cell of my body. His cock hardened even more inside me as I rose to the top of my high and started sliding down the other side.
His fingers tightened on my shoulder. “Jesus.” He groaned and slammed back into me. Deep as he could be, he bit down on my shoulder and grunted his release.
His cock kicked inside me and I squeezed him with my legs, wanting every last bit he had. My clit ached in pleasant waves as he let out a breath and sank onto me, spent.
I moved my hands up to his hair and we just lay there, tangled up in each other while we came back down to earth.
He dropped a kiss on my neck and pulled out. “Are you okay?” He sounded almost sheepish.
I just had the two best orgasms of my life in the space of three days. I’m perfect. “I’m, um, great.”
“Let me get you some tissue.” He rose and yanked his boxers and pants up before going to the bathroom and returning with some tissues. He went to the bedroom door as I cleaned up. My mind was still in shock from the intense orgasm, not to mention how unexpected his actions were. Hadn’t he just run away from me? And now this?
He turned toward me and leaned back against the door. He was slightly flushed, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the booze or our activities. I strode to him, ignoring the ache between my legs. I would be walking funny the next day, for certain. But it was worth it.
“Wash—”
“Caroline, I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He shook his head. “In fact, I tried very hard to keep it from happening. I’ve failed, yet again. I’m sorry.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “So you’re just going to fuck me and then apologize? Is that what we’re doing?”
“No, not like that. I’m not apologizing for the sex. It was the best—” He bounced his head against the door as if it would help him get his thoughts in order. “What I’m trying to say is that this thing, this thing we’re doing, it can’t happen again. I just saw you tonight in that dress and those goddamn heels. And the way you held your own with Judge Lane. Even though you shouldn’t have said what you said. And I lost control. Again.”
I walked the rest of the way to him and smoothed down his shirt, running my hands over his chest and abs. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so afraid of losing control.”
He gripped my hands and pulled them away from his body, his face stern. “Maybe you shouldn’t keep tempting me.”
I ripped my hands away from his. “Tempting you? Are you fucking kidding me? You follow me in here, throw me down and fuck me, and somehow all of this is my fault? Have you and Judge Lane been comparing notes or something?”
“No, of course not. That’s not what I mea—”
“No. I think it’s exactly what you meant. You know what? You’ve been right this whole time. We should keep this purely professional. I’ve been an idiot for running after you. For thinking there was an actual man beneath all this.” I waved my hand at him. “But I was mistaken. So, from now on, let’s just work together. That’s it.”
His jaw tightened. I didn’t care. I was tired of his wishy-washy bullshit. I wanted him. Short of coming out and saying “you had me at hello,” I wasn’t sure what else I could do.
He blocked the door, his eyes boring into me in the gloom. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if rethinking whatever he planned to say.
The tears were back, making my nose tingle and my eyes burn. “Move.” I forced the tremble from my voice. “I’m leaving.”
He didn’t budge.
“I’m not kidding, Wash. Get the fuck out of my way.” I wasn’t going to cry in front of him. Not again, anyway.
After a few more moments of tense silence, he moved aside. I yanked the door open and hurried down the hall. I told Terrell that I wasn’t feeling well, wished him luck on his date, and assured him my taking a cab back to the apartment was the best course of action.
I stayed strong until I plopped down on the vinyl seat and pulled the taxi door closed. The cabbie had the decency to let me sniffle in peace the rest of the way home. I saved the sobs until I was safely in my bedroom, and fell asleep determined to keep the hardass at bay from then on out.