“Oh, God, yes!” she exclaimed.
“Not God. Just me.” He chuckled before kissing her.
She clenched around him, hot, wet, and so, so tight. He kissed her again, overwhelmed by desire and power and, oddly, a surge of tenderness. He slowly withdrew and then thrust inside her again, slowly, purposefully, opening his eyes and watching her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her heaving chest.
A thing of beauty, his princess.
Suddenly he was carried away on another wave of sexual frenzy. Swamped with a need to possess and consume her, he pulled out, flipped her over and yanked her hips into the air. Her arms were still restrained by the lengthy, twisted sash as he entered her from behind.
“You like this, too?” He grasped her breast with one hand while the other slipped between her legs, as he began beating out a faster rhythm.
“I do.”
Then, moving one hand to grip her hip, he wrapped the length of her hair around his other wrist like a set of reins and yanked her more upright as he slammed into her body, practically growling with desire. “And this?”
“More,” she moaned. “Harder.”
He heard his own voice shout something as he pounded into her, more excited than he could remember feeling in years. Her groans and grunts escalated until he felt her shudder, her insides in a spasm, tugging at him. And then, before he was ready to let go, he careened over the edge, his body erupting into a series of uncontrolled tremors until he collapsed on top of her.
For a few seconds, he struggled to control his breathing. His body, drenched in sweat, lay wrapped around her gorgeous curves.
Holy fucking hell. Everything he’d hoped for times ten.
“Trip?”
“You gotta give me a few minutes to recover.” He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her.
“Untie me, please.”
“Whatever you want.” He untied her hands, only vaguely aware of her oddly detached voice.
Once her hands were free, he rolled her onto her back to kiss her, but she blocked him by removing the blindfold. She smiled—a satisfied smile.
“I needed that more than I realized. I’ll sleep well tonight, thanks.” Then she gently exerted pressure on his chest until he rolled off her body. She finger combed her hair and glanced at him. “So, take a few minutes to get dressed or whatever. I’m going to get some water. Would you like a glass before you go?” She stood at the edge of the bed, looking even sexier than she had when he’d first arrived.
“When I go?” He sat up, confused and . . . irked.
“I’ll be right back.” She flashed a pleasant, if not exactly personal, smile. Nothing like the smiles she gave Wade. No, this smile was more like that of a damn flight attendant.
He flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes, playing with the sash while recalling the highlights from their first encounter. What the hell was up with her attitude?
Irritated, he yanked off the condom, and discovered it had torn. Had it torn during sex or just now when he’d removed the damn thing? He frowned, his brief concern supplanted by jumbled thoughts about Kelsey’s dismissiveness. He wrapped the condom in tissue before tossing it into the garbage can beside the nightstand.
“Here you go.” Kelsey reappeared and handed him a glass of water, then sat in a chair three feet away from the bed.
The heart-stopping impact of seeing her in those heels and nightie made him hot all over again. He wasn’t used to being told to get dressed and leave, and he didn’t like it. Especially not when she sat there taunting him with her fuck-me heels, see-through nightie, and sexy hair, dampened from their lovemaking. He had no idea why she was kicking him to the curb, but wasn’t ready for his time with Kelsey to end.
“You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?” He gulped down the water while maintaining eye contact.
“No. Why would you ask that?” She leaned back and crossed her legs, one foot bouncing up and down.
“Because you’re sitting way over there instead of crawling into bed.” He set his glass on her nightstand, edged to the bottom of the bed, and reached one arm toward her. “Come on back.”
Kelsey shook her head. “Let’s not pretend this is anything more than what it is, okay? We had sex. Really great sex, just like we discussed. And now you’ll go home or out or whatever it is you do at night, and I’ll go to sleep so I can be productive tomorrow. I’ll let you know when I need your help to make good on that other promise you made, but for now, I think we’re all set, right?”