I took the edges of her panties between my fingers and looked up, meeting her lust-filled gaze and nearly losing my shit right there. “Are you sure you want this?”
“God, yes.” She lifted her hips, and her panties joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
I slid over her and settled between her thighs, then kissed her deep. Fuck, she was so wet I could feel her heat licking over the tip of my cock. She rocked her hips, and I slid right through her folds, stroking her clit with a slow thrust.
We both groaned.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I swore, sliding my hand up her thigh and going straight for her core.
“Good. Now get inside me,” she ordered, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth to make her point.
I reached into my nightstand for a condom, then ripped the packet open and slid it over my dick.
Her attention flickered from my nightstand to the torn wrapper. “Nixon…has there been…” she shook her head. “Never mind.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. Fuck she was wet and so tight I knew this first time wouldn’t last long. “There’s only been you.”
“Since I moved in?” she asked, gasping between words as my fingers worked her. Her hands flew to my shoulders.
“Since Vegas.” I stroked her clit with my thumb.
Her nails dug in. “Vegas?” She ended the word with a cry, arching into my hand.
“Since the second you stepped on that plane. Only you.” I flicked her clit, then stroked, alternating until she writhed beneath me.
“Only. You. Too.” She arched her neck and moaned, then loosed her hips, rocking as she rode my fingers, taking exactly what she needed.
She was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, stretched out beneath me, her eyes locked on mine as she started to come. Her legs trembled, and her nails bit into my skin. I gave her clit the pressure she needed, and she flew apart, screaming my name as her orgasm took her.
As she came down, I slid my fingers free, then sucked her taste off them.
“Holy. Shit.” Her hands slid down my sides until she gripped my hips. “Now. Please. Now.”
I positioned my head at her entrance, then paused as I glanced at the soft swell of her belly.
“You can’t hurt the baby,” she promised.
“Right.” I’d read one of those books, too, but reading and experiencing were two different things, and keeping poised right there, ready to thrust, had sweat beading on my forehead. “Just tell me if I’m too much, okay?”
She grinned, then pulled me forward. “I think I can handle you.”
“We kind of have that proof already,” I answered with a tight smile of my own. God, I had to have her now.
I slid in inch by inch, taking her slowly, and keeping my eyes locked on hers, watching for any sign of pain. She whimpered and rocked her hips for more, so I gave it to her in slow thrusts that took just a little more every time until I was seated to the hilt inside her.
“Fuck. You feel so damned good,” I growled, fighting the need to let go and come. Her pussy gripped me, squeezing me tight in a velvet fist, pushing me so close to the edge that I had to close my eyes and breathe.
“You feel even better,” she countered, arching against me.
I started moving, taking her in deep, slow thrusts that had her keening, crying out for more as she raised her knees and used her hips to take me just as hard.
We moved like we’d done this a thousand times, like we’d been made to fit together. All the poetic shit I usually despised raced through my head as I brought us to the edge. With a brush of my hand over her clit, I pushed her over, and as she spasmed around me, I let go. My orgasm barreled down my spine and rushed through me with a flash of light.
I literally saw stars.
My chest heaving, I gathered her in my arms and rolled to the side so I didn’t crush her, then held her as we both recovered, brushing kisses over her forehead and stroking my hand down the length of her body.
“Nixon?” She kissed my chin.
“Hmm?” I kissed her mouth.
“That was mind-blowing.” She grinned.
“My thoughts exactly.” I wasn’t sure I was even the same person anymore, that’s how damned good it was.
“So is this when we start all the fucking you bragged about downstairs?” She blinked up at me with a sparkle in her eyes.
I laughed, then nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Excellent.” She purred like a cat.
I got us cleaned up, then started all over again, losing myself in her body and marveling that I’d not only found a woman capable of keeping up with me, but actually challenging me, and I was more than up for it—for her.
Problem was, I wasn’t just hooked anymore…
I was addicted.
10
Liberty
Nixon’s delicious weight between my thighs.
The rock hardness of his body sliding into mine like we’d been made to fit together.
The way he took care to go slow and steady and drag out the pleasure until we were both a tangled mess of primal need.
I’d never come so many times in my life, let alone so hard—
“Liberty Jones?” the personal assistant for the Breaking Boundaries Raleigh office called from her desk toward the crowded waiting room. The sound jolted me out of the memory on repeat in my mind, and I tried not to leap from my chair.
“Present,” I said, slightly breathless as I made it to her desk. She flashed me a sad smile at my attempt to joke, and I swallowed hard.
“Doctor Bernard will see you now.” She motioned to the office behind her, and I sucked in a sharp breath before entering.
“Ah, Ms. Jones,” Dr. Bernard said as she greeted me. She stood from behind her desk to shake my hand before we both settled into our seats.
“Liberty,” I said. “It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Bernard.”
She waved me off, leaning back in her winged-back leather chair. “Katherine, please.”
I nodded, but had no intention of addressing her so informally.
Her blue eyes were kind, but I could see the strain in them—she was about to deliver bad news. My stomach dropped like I’d swallowed an anvil. “I didn’t get the internship,” I said, finding no need to beat around the bush.
Her eyebrows raised. “How did you know that?”
I shrugged. “I’m good at reading people,” I said, though that little talent didn’t extend to Nixon, but I was getting better at it. The memory of his hands on my skin sent a ripple of heat over the ice crystalizing my heart.
“It’s not that you aren’t qualified,” she hurried to say. “You are. More than, actually. We just don’t have an open internship in our Brazil office right now.”
Okay, that didn’t sting as much as I thought it would. But why call me in for a personal meeting when this could’ve been relayed in an email?
“What would you say your biggest aspirations are, Liberty?” Dr. Bernard asked as she fiddled with a ballpoint pen on her desk. “Why Breaking Boundaries?”
“Well, my mother worked as a missionary while she raised me, so I’ve always been inside the lifestyle. And as she grew older, she built her own non-profit from the ground up. While it would be an honor to work for her, I’d like to gain experience with another organization before deciding what I’d like to settle on career-wise.” I sighed as Dr. Bernard waited for me to continue.