“Gonna make you come.” His tongue slicked over her clit. “Wanna make you feel good, baby.”
“Oh yeah. That’s good.”
She wanted to watch him, because he looked so intent and focused on her, and it was so freakin’ hot, but God, her head was heavy and it fell back to the pillow. She arched her back and her chin lifted as he built her orgasm, unbelievably fast and sweet, and damn! Pleasure swirled and twisted and then crested, weakness sliding down her legs, heat spreading through her body.
“Fucking sweet.” He kissed her and then ripped her panties off.
“Oh my God.” Her pussy, still pulsing, gave a hard clench.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new ones.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
He disappeared to stand beside the bed and get his own clothes off. She weakly turned her head to watch and admire, always in awe of his body. Her gaze tracked up over his cut abs, flat pecs, and powerful shoulders, to his square jaw and sculpted mouth. He was watching her too, eyes dark and aroused.
He suited up with a condom and kneeled on the bed, but this time he flipped her over. She gasped and pressed her face to the duvet.
“Oh yeah. Nice ass.” He swept his hands over her butt and gave her a little tap there that was surprisingly hot. “Love this ass.”
She swallowed, more heat pouring over her.
He lifted her hips, kneed her legs apart, and then entered her from behind, a different pressure, a fiery stretching. Every nerve ending jumped and her fingers curled into her palms. His cock seemed to go deeper at this angle, so intense it almost hurt. She whimpered and he paused.
His hand landed on her middle back. “Okay, baby?”
“Yes. It’s good.”
“Okay. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’re…not. I love it.”
“Good.” He seized her hips and began to move, driving deep and hard. Pleasure torched her body, sweeping her away, and even though she’d just come she felt it start to build again. A delicious tingle behind her clit, a tightening in her lower back…oh God.
He wrapped a hand in her hair and tugged her head up, bending over her for a kiss she had to turn into.
“Hot, sexy girl,” he groaned. “So fucking hot.”
Everything inside her wound tighter and tighter. Her inner muscles trembled and then clenched, and Duncan gave a roar. Light exploded, heat shimmered over her and she spun into the deepest, sweetest ecstasy. Duncan pressed himself against her, his body taught.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed. His grip on her hair loosened and he leaned over her again to press his mouth between her shoulder blades. “Holy. Fuck.”
“That was intense.”
“No shit. Wow, baby.”
He eventually pulled out and got rid of the condom. Her inner thighs ached, and her knees were tender where he’d pushed them apart with his own. She wearily snuggled beneath the covers.
He slid back into bed and pulled her against him, into the position that had now become so familiar and comforting and easy. He stroked her hair and pressed her face to him. “Okay. Now talk to me. Tell me what this hang-up is about me and my money or whatever the fuck it is that I don’t understand and keep fucking up.”
Chapter 19
Amber didn’t even tense up at his question, she was so limp and replete, and she felt so safe. “It’s not you, it’s me,” she mumbled.
Duncan laughed and hugged her tighter. “Whatever. Talk to me, sweetheart.”
This time she didn’t have the energy to try to avoid it. And what the hell. He deserved to know that it really was her, not him. He was gorgeous and kind and talented, and her psychological freight was the problem.
“Okay.” In the dim room, her face pressed against his muscled chest, it didn’t seem quite so scary. “My dad was a pro football player.” She paused, but he said nothing so she continued. “I grew up in Los Angeles. He played for the Warriors. He retired when I was fourteen.” She took in a long breath and let it out, waiting for the familiar pain to return. And it did a little, but Duncan’s big hands smoothing over her bottom and playing with her hair seemed to help. A lot.
“He got into a bunch of different business ventures after he retired,” she continued. “But he was a better football player than a businessman. Things didn’t go so well. Plus…I didn’t really understand this until later, but he was doing a lot of drugs. And drinking. Even when he’d been playing football. We lived in a big mansion in Bel Air that we couldn’t afford. I was just a kid, so I didn’t really know what was going on. All I knew was I loved my dad.”