“I’m sorry!”
His lips twitched and he met her eyes again. “Hey, don’t apologize.” He pushed up and slid out of her body, leaving her empty and quivering. “Here.” He grabbed a fat pillow and stuffed it between the headboard and the wall. “That should do it.”
“Genius.” She let out a breath of relief, her body trembling with anticipation.
He smiled as he resumed his position and entered her again, filling her with delicious pressure. A moan climbed up her throat and her eyes fell closed. He reached for her hands and twined their fingers together, pressing them into the bed beside her head, and he moved again, powering in and out. Thankfully, no noise came from the damn headboard as they moved together. She lifted her hips to meet his body, needing him harder, deeper.
The throbbing in her pussy echoed in every nerve ending, her body burning with pleasure. Heat spiraled and built inside her. He bent and sucked one nipple, then the other, fast, hard tugs of his mouth that made her body shudder with delight.
He released her hands and she slipped one between them to find her clit. She just needed…that…there, ohGodthere…
Her orgasm rocked her and she couldn’t stop the cry that slipped from her lips as sensation tore through her from her core to her fingers and toes and scalp. Fire burned over her clit and Duncan groaned too. It pulsed through her again and again until she was drained and limp. Her hand dropped to the bed and Duncan fell over her, burying his face in the side of her neck.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, going for his own release now, prolonging the pleasure that still shimmered inside her, drawing it out, achingly long and beautiful. She sank her teeth gently into the big muscle of his shoulder and held him as his body quaked against her, his cock pulsing inside her in amazing, erotic beats.
Long moments later, their damp skin clinging, his heavy breathing in her ear slowing, he lifted his head. “I’m guessing you haven’t had a lot of sex in this bed.”
His weight on her body pressed her into the mattress and she loved it. “Why do you say that?”
“You didn’t realize the headboard was loose?”
She pursed her lips. “How do you think it got loose?” She stared back at him innocently.
His eyebrows snapped together and the corners of his mouth pulled down.
Then she had to laugh. “I’m kidding. No, I didn’t know it would do that. And you’re right. I haven’t had sex very often in this bed.”
His dark expression lightened. “That makes me happy.”
Emotion expanded in her chest. “Whatever butters your biscuit.”
He burst out laughing and she lifted a hand to his mouth, jerking her head toward the wall separating her room from Easton’s. His eyes danced with mirth and she grinned too.
“Damn, you make sex fun,” he said.
Her heart quivered. “So do you.”
Chapter 17
Amber had been pleasantly surprised the next week to get a call from one of the nonprofits to which she’d sent her resume, asking her to come in for an interview. It wasn’t her top pick of where she wanted to work, but it was the first place to offer her an interview. She was still hoping to hear back from the Chicago Communities Program, but she certainly couldn’t turn down a job based on hope.
She dressed carefully in her only suit, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail and using minimal makeup. She’d prepared answers to some potential interview questions, and she’d done her research on the organization.
She looked out the window to see heavy snow falling. Damn. She should have left early in case traffic was slow. She grabbed her coat, wrapped a big scarf around her neck, and picked up her gloves, purse, and a leather folder that had extra copies of her resume and a notepad. Okay.
Out on the street, she impatiently brushed heavy wet snow off the windshield and back window. Dammit, now she was really running behind. When she got going, yes, the streets were slushy, and yes, traffic was moving slowly. Why did everyone forget how to drive when a little snow fell? Nerves amplified her impatience.
She pulled to a slow stop behind another vehicle at a red light. She flipped down her visor to check her makeup and—wham! She jolted forward, stunned, then her head snapped back as her front end impacted the car in front of her with another bang.
She sat there dazed for a moment, looking at her crumpled hood. What the…?
She’d been rear-ended. And pushed into the car in front of her.
She lifted a hand to her forehead, blinking. Her seatbelt had locked and no air bag had gone off, but still…her poor car was smashed front and back.
Someone knocked on her window. She turned and squinted. “Are you okay?” the man called.