“Corban.”
I pushed her bra straps over the curves of her shoulders. “Yeah?”
“This isn’t…”
Reaching around, I slipped my hands into the now-loose fabric of her bra and cupped her tits. Her nipples were hard against my palms.
“This isn’t what?”
“Happening again. Not after this.”
I squeezed her tits and she arched her back. “Just this once.”
She nodded. “It’s only because—”
“We’re out of town,” I finished for her between planting wet kisses along her neck. I let go and unclasped her bra. “That’s fine. Just take your fucking panties off.”
She finished undressing and set her glasses on the nightstand. I wasted no time tearing my clothes off and tossing them to the floor. Barely taking the time to appreciate her—she was a goddamn goddess—I shoved her onto the bed. For half a second, I thought about spreading her legs and climbing on top of her.
But that would put us face to face. I didn’t know if I could handle that. It was too close. Too intimate.
This wasn’t bending her over a table, but I hadn’t come over here to make love to her. And that wasn’t what she’d been about to come to my room for either.
I got on the bed and flipped her over. With her chest still on the bed, I lifted her hips so her ass was in the air.
This ass. It was perfect. Grabbing it with both hands I traced my thumbs up and down her slit. She was already glistening wet. Swollen and pink. She moaned into the sheets, arching her back harder.
With my hands still cupping her ass cheeks, I pressed my hard length against her. Rubbed up and down a few times. She was slick and warm, her skin silky smooth.
“Corban.”
I slid my cock against her. “What do you need?”
Her body shuddered. “I need you inside me.”
Grabbing the shaft, I rubbed her slit with the tip. “You need this?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a whimper.
“I know, sweetheart. I need it too.”
I thrust inside and groaned, my eyes rolling back. She surrounded me, pressing at me from all sides—hot and wet and everything a pussy should be.
Only more.
Being inside her didn’t just feel good. It was a fucking relief.
I held her hips and drove in and out, my muscles flexing. Hard edges against her soft curves. Every thrust eased the ache that had been plaguing me since I’d had her the first time. I needed this. Needed it more than was good for me. But right now, I didn’t care.
Pumping my hips hard, I drove deep. She gasped and moaned, clutching the sheets, her eyes closed.
All that warm skin beckoned to me. I pulled out and yanked her legs straight, pushing her ass down onto the bed so she was flat on her stomach. Climbing on top of her, I slid my cock back inside, my hips against her ass. My body draped over hers, the contact electrifying.
She propped herself up on her forearms and arched her back. The beast inside me roared to life. Growling into her ear, I slid my hand to her throat. She was pinned beneath me, totally in my control. I kissed and licked down her neck, still driving into her wetness, then bit her shoulder. Her whimper made my blood boil.
I didn’t know who the hell I was. Not Corban Nash, awkward data genius. I was an animal. Operating on pure instinct. No distractions. No trains of thought headed in opposite directions. Just my cock in her exquisitely tight pussy. Her skin against mine, her scent everywhere. My hand on her throat and her body pinned beneath me. Her uninhibited moans of pleasure mixing with my rough grunts.
We didn’t talk this time. Didn’t argue. I couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. She was too overwhelming. I rode the edge of climax, not ready for this to end, holding back just enough so I could keep fucking her.
Plus, she was coming first.
Making Hazel come the first time had felt like the ultimate win. No matter what we argued about or how often we picked at each other, I’d made her come apart. That had been me. I’d sent those pulsing tremors through her, brought her to the height of pleasure and felt her explode.
And I was going to do it again.
My awareness shifted slightly, away from the intense pressure in my groin and the superb feel of her slick walls hugging my cock. I felt the pulse in her throat beating against my hand. Her ass pressing into my hips as she arched her back. Her soft, needy whimpers filled my ears.
Don’t worry, Hazel. I’ll give you what you need.
I pulled out again and flipped her onto her back. Fucking her like this meant facing each other, but I let my instincts have their way. I got on my knees, and with my hands on the backs of her thighs, I pushed her legs open toward her shoulders.
Her eyes rolled back when I thrust my cock inside. Leaning down, I put her legs over my shoulders and braced myself on top of her. Thrust again, harder.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I drove my cock in and out, sinking deep inside, grunting like the beast only Hazel could turn me into. Her cries were louder, uninhibited. I pushed her legs higher, practically bending her in half, her knees at her shoulders. Her tits brushed my chest and oh fuck I was deep. So far inside her I was bottoming out, filling every bit of her.
Our mouths collided in a furious kiss. Tongues tangling, teeth biting lips. I fucked her harder. Faster. Driving her up the bed.
“Don’t stop.” Her tongue slid across mine and she nipped at my lip. “Don’t fucking stop.”
A curse word coming out of Hazel’s mouth was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. This wasn’t the straight-spined, buttoned-up scientist I sparred with at work. This woman was a sex goddess.
“You want me to fuck you all day, sweetheart, I’ll fuck you all day.”
“I hate that you’re so good at this.”
But her eyes closed and her lips curled in a smile.
I made her smile.
My cock was making her smile.
God, I loved that.
I gave her what she wanted—what she needed—pumping my hard length into her. Thrusting as deep as I could go, grinding against her clit.
Faster.
Harder.
Her pussy was hot, clenching around me. She was close. I could feel her climbing to the brink, ready to explode. I was right there with her, teetering on the edge, my balls drawing up tight. The pressure so intense it filled my entire body.
Our gazes met. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her cheeks flushed. Her lips parted, her eyelashes fluttered, and she moaned, the sound reverberating through my chest.
“That’s it.” Thrust. “Come for me.” Thrust. “Fucking come for me.”
Another deep drive of my cock and her pussy spasmed, squeezing tight. I was so deep, I felt every inch of her inner muscles clenching around me.
It made me lose my damn mind.
My muscles tightened, my back stiffened, and I went off like a bomb. My cock throbbed as I spilled hot bursts of come inside her. I thrust hard, still sinking deep, over and over. Groaning and growling, I bit her again, then sucked on her neck while I came.
I was unrestrained and untamed. Taking what I wanted. Indulging my primal instinct to claim her. Mark her. It was sweet relief and pulsing agony all at once.
Reality rushed back, like air filling the space in a vacuum. I had Hazel bent in half on the bed, her feet over my shoulders. My breathing was ragged, a sheen of sweat on my forehead and chest. Her eyes were half-open, her hair a tangled mess, and she was breathing as hard as I was.