Letting one hand rub her thigh, the other went up to her hair and I tipped her head so that she could get even nearer to me.
She fought a good game, but I was the one who won when she fucked my mouth, when her body started to ripple against mine, dragging her core against my cock, making me wish I was deep inside her.
That fucking tongue of hers was a menace—it sought mine out and demanded I surrender. Only, my mom hadn’t raised no pussy. With my hold on her hair, I surged upward so that I had better access to her.
Dropping one hand to her waist, I dragged her shirt up then slipped my fingers beneath the fabric so I could cup one of her tits. The silken flesh felt goddamn awesome against my callused palms. She groaned when I found one of her nipples, and I groaned back when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Both of us retreated, the war at a stalemate for the moment, as we pushed our foreheads into the other, our breaths gusting onto each other’s mouths.
Panting, she delved between us and unzipped my fly to free my cock. One hand slipped between the tines, coming to hold the thick length that was already wet with pre-cum.
As she jacked me off, she whispered words in Ukrainian that I didn’t have a hope in hell of translating, but I could sense her pleasure.
Her need.
That she could feel those things, after what she’d gone through, always honored me.
It wasn’t just that she wanted me, us; it meant more than that. It meant that she felt safe, loved. It meant that she was confident enough in herself and in us to know her boundaries and to know that she was okay with slipping past them.
Every day she granted me was a fucking gift.
With a groan, my head fell back as she thumbed the slit of my dick, rubbing the pre-cum into the glans. I felt like I could explode already and I knew that was because she’d gone all psycho on my ass.
I wasn’t sure who was the fucking weirdo in this relationship—her for being crazy, or me for loving it when she was at her most possessive.
For a man who’d never wanted anything like that with a woman before, it sure as hell took me by surprise.
Head still angled back, I nearly shuddered when she made her next move.
All of a sudden, I could feel the branding heat of her cunt, and I groaned. Deep and long and low. The crotch of her panties dug into me from the side where she’d shoved it, but I didn’t give a damn. This was fucking heaven.
Slick, slick, slick flesh. So fucking wet and juicy that my mouth watered. I wanted her on my fucking tongue, wanted to drown in her, but she was in charge today.
Tonight, I’d get my way.
There was, I realized, give and take in a relationship.
I hissed when she rubbed her clit with my glans, and it morphed into a groan as she slipped the tip into her.
As we both began to moan, she pressed her lips to mine, and this time, I was so far gone that I let her take control of the kiss.
Those tight, tight, tight walls clamped down around me, making me and gravity fight hard for every claimed inch, but it was more than worth the struggle.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands finding her ass, kneading the cheeks as I encouraged her to ride me.
“This dick is mine,” she said thickly.
“It goddamn is,” I agreed with a sigh as I decided to enjoy the show and fell back against the sheets.
Watching her, I enjoyed it even more when her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she dragged it over her head.
Once her tits were bared to my gaze, I reached up and cupped one of them, tweaking her nipple as my other hand slipped between us so I could rub her clit.
As I did, her cunt fluttered around my cock, and we shared a look as, again, we released a dual moan.
“God,” I grunted.
“Korva,” she keened.
When she reached for my hands, bridging our fingers together and pinning them on either side of my head again, I let her. I wasn’t about to mess with her when she got that look—hunger.
For me.
Fuck.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips not even moving.
The words filtered through me, resonating along every nerve ending in my being.
“And I love you,” I rasped back, content to watch that hungry look morph into the wildfire that was this woman.
My woman.
Mine.
FORTY-SIX
RACHEL
TONIGHT, TONIGHT - SMASHING PUMPKINS
THAT SAME EVENING
“Holy shit, Rachel!”
Lily’s exclamation had me hiding a grin. “Do I dress up well?”
“Damn straight you do.” She blinked. “Rex doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“I don’t think he’s the designer sort,” I mocked as I slipped into my heels and put on my earrings.
It was a deceptively simple dress. Sweetheart neckline, fishtail skirt, but it had a kind of bustle at the back with a bow that was made for sin—a couple of tugs on that bow and the back gaped and it’d be beyond easy to slip out of.
Funny how I was dressed for sex but the only guy I wanted was on the other side of the country.
“I figured you’d be wearing a black turtleneck or something.”
I snorted. “It’s a black-tie event.”
“I said black turtleneck. I’ve never seen you in anything other than workwear.”
“That’s most of my wardrobe, but I always dress up for the fundraisers.” I cast her a glance as I patted my hair down. “You look gorgeous too. No Link to drool over you?”
Her smile was smug as she patted the neat LBD that hugged her slim curves. “He drooled earlier, but nah. Not only is this not his scene, there was a…” Her lips firmed, but her eyes gleamed with amusement. “…shall we say altercation at the clubhouse, so he’s there.”
“What kind of altercation?” I groused. “I’d better not get a call halfway through the goddamn event, Lily!”
“Nothing like that. Kendra pissed Giulia off, and Giulia was cooking, so—”
“She was armed?”
Lily snickered. “Yeah. Went at her with a cleaver, or so Steel told Tiff. Then, and this is the best part—she puked all over her!”
My nose crinkled, but I was fighting a smile too. “I’m sure Kendra deserved it.”
We shared a look, and Lily nodded. “I’m sure she did.”
With that news perking me up, I asked, “Everything set?”
“It is. Management here actually offered to donate a weekend break in their Presidential suite too. I just got an email from them—”
My brows rose. “Your doing?”
She shot me a sheepish look. “Maybe.”
“You’re good at this,” I told her softly. “I wish you’d been around when I was starting up.”
Hope lit up her eyes, but excitement made her cheeks flush. “Donavan—” Her father. The piece of shit. “—wanted me to major in husband, but I decided that I could make use of school too. I minored in accounting and event management. With what Mom taught me as well, it’s exciting to get things happening. To make change.”
“I hate this side of things,” I admitted. “It’s a weight off that you don’t and that you’re good at it.”