Passion(White Collared Part 4)(20)

She laughed and melted into the bed, enjoying the way his large hands administered such care. Amazing they could be the source of both excruciating pain and glorious pleasure.

Minutes, hours, days later, he’d finished kneading every muscle of her body. She was completely boneless when he rolled her onto her back, threw her feet over his shoulders, and entered her, this time making love to her slowly. Softly. Intensely. Each purposeful swirl of his hips worked her clit until her entire body shook and he drove her to another orgasm. Then he cried her name as he followed her with his own climax.

Rolling over, he tugged her with him, bringing her to rest on his chest. They both breathed heavily, their bodies drenched in perspiration.

He caressed her spine with his hand. “Consider those orgasms a down payment on my apology.”

She perched her head on her hand. “I’ve already forgiven you, but I’m looking forward to collecting the rest of your apology.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you. Your forgiveness means everything to me.

“I need to tell you something, and I want you to know this has nothing to do with you.” His eyes clouded as he pulled back. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m going away for a couple of months.”

The bottom dropped out from beneath her feet. How could he leave her now when they’d finally worked out their differences?

“Why? I don’t understand. It’s all over.” Her gaze fell on the framed picture on his nightstand. The same one she’d seen at Nick’s place of Alyssa in between Jaxon and Nick.

Something about the photo vexed Kate, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe that Alyssa wore diamond earrings and a diamond choker with shorts? Or was it anger toward Alyssa for hurting Jaxon?

He hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and so she straddled him. “I need some time to decompress, and I can’t do it here. I thought I’d go to Aruba for a couple of months until things die down.” He swept his hand along her cheekbone. “Come with me.”

For a brief moment, she allowed herself the fantasy of them on a beach, watching the sunset and drinking those frozen daiquiris with the little umbrellas in them. But the reality was that she couldn’t run away from her goals. Not when she was this close to achieving them.

Besides, she wasn’t a daiquiri type of girl.

    “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“I thought you’d say that.” His hand drifted from her cheekbone down the length of her neck and across her collarbone. “Will you wait for me?”

She ground her pussy against his growing erection. “Hmm. I’m not sure. What will you give me in return?”

He growled. Growled. “Anything. Everything.” He splayed one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on the small of her back and then sunk his teeth into her neck.

The sharp sting of his bite and the rough scrape of his beard on her skin ramped up her arousal, her core clenching. Her pussy soaked his cock, making it glisten with their mixed fluids.

He released his hold on her neck. His face looked feral, the irises of his brown eyes swallowed by his pupils. “Sit on my dick. I need to be inside your hot cunt.”

Helpless to resist, she positioned him at her opening and sank down his length, taking him into her swollen tissue. This would be the last time he’d be inside her until he returned. The last time she’d feel the burning stretch of his thick cock, the friction against her clitoris. She wanted him to leave his mark on her.

He dug his fingers into her hips and slid her up to his tip and then slammed her back down. Over and over, proving he could still dominate with her on top. The tension in her lower belly built and built and built, the power of his thrusts relentlessly spiraling her toward another climax.

The cords of his neck strained, and his skin flushed a dark red. “Come for me, Katerina, and let me feel you milk the come from my dick one last time.”

She had no choice but to obey. The climax rolled through her like an earthquake, shaking her foundation and throwing her off balance. Her walls clamped down on him as if begging him to stay inside her forever.

Groaning, he grew still as a statue. His cock pulsed and hot semen jettisoned into her waiting pussy.

He fell back, taking her with him, and she curled into his side. She placed her hand over his chest and felt the strong beat of his heart. He drew up the covers, wrapping them in a safe cocoon where nothing else mattered and no one else existed but the two of them. Warm and sated, she closed her eyes, lulled by Jaxon’s slow, steady breathing. As she fell closer to slumber, the noise of the day cleared from her mind, leaving behind a single nagging question. Her eyes popped open and she stared at her lover’s peaceful face.