Her words seemed to make him lose control. He cursed and his hips swiveled up. “Fuck. Fuck. I need you.”
He surged in, and Avery rode the wave. Her hips moved in a rhythm she found utterly natural. She pressed down, taking him in. She wouldn’t accept less than all of him. She wanted every inch of that massive cock. She wanted to feel him touching her womb. She forced herself down, every inch a pleasure, an exquisite discomfort because she wasn’t just taking some cock. She was taking him. All of him.
She took him to his root. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, made her lust soar. Lust. She lusted. She wanted and it was sweet.
She balanced herself on his shoulders and thrust up. He’d told her to ride him, and that’s what she intended to do. She let her instincts rule for once. She brought her hips up and then down and up again, letting every inch of his cock slide along her pussy. Up and down. Up and down. Every moment a pure pleasure.
His hand slipped between them, circling and pinching her clit.
The minute he touched her she went off, pure pleasure coursing through her veins. The orgasm shuddered through her system and she gave over, letting it take her. She didn’t bother to cover her moan. Lee wanted it. She gave it to him.
His hand tightened, forcing her down, holding her as he came. She felt him pulse, the tension prolonging her own orgasm. He buried his face in her shoulder as his hips rode up over and over, riding the end of his own pleasure.
He shuddered as she slumped against him.
“Perfect,” he groaned against her neck.
She hugged him tight. It had been perfect. Every minute.
Liam picked up Avery, enjoying the feel of her weight in his arms. She was dead weight, and he felt an arrogant grin cross his face. He’d utterly exhausted her. Her arms barely made it around his neck as he walked toward her bedroom.
He walked in and laid her down, pulling the covers back. He didn’t pull them up right away. She was naked and vulnerable and perfectly happy to be so. He’d gotten her there.
So why was he so fucking restless?
Her pretty blue eyes opened, and she looked up at him. “Hi.”
The need to run was riding him hard. He was torn between the need to fuck her again and the need to get as far away as possible.
But he had a job to do. He gave her what he hoped was a gentle smile. “Hey, baby.”
He climbed in beside her. She rolled right over and cuddled up next to him, her hand on his chest. She was plastered against him, her hair tickling his skin. She was everywhere. He could feel her skin, hear the breath from her chest, smell the sex that still coated her pussy. His cock twitched even as she started to fall asleep.
He hadn’t slept next to anyone in years. He didn’t cuddle and have breakfast the next morning. He didn’t do the boyfriend thing.
He couldn’t go to sleep. Fuck. Half the time he woke up screaming. How the hell was he going to explain that? Was she going to buy that he had construction nightmares?
She sighed a little and turned in her sleep, freeing him. He’d thought he would fuck her all night, but this was too much to handle.
He rolled out of bed and got out of her bedroom as quietly as he could. He couldn’t breathe in there. She was too close. The sex hadn’t felt like a fucking op. He’d forgotten why he was there, his whole being focused in on her body and her pleasure.
She’d been so sweet. She’d fought him, but when she’d decided to submit, she’d done it beautifully. He was pretty sure he’d die one day with the taste of her on his lips, the feel of that tight cunt gripping his cock. She’d been so tight, tighter than he’d ever had before, and once she’d given over, she’d been hotter than hell, her breasts bouncing as she rode his cock.
Liam took a deep breath. The sex hadn’t been the problem. The sex had been the best he’d ever had. He wasn’t going to lie about that. The sex had been amazing, and he wouldn’t wait long to have her again. He would be inside her tomorrow, but not until he’d gotten control of himself. That was the problem. When he’d been inside Avery Charles, all he’d cared about was her. There hadn’t been a mission. Thomas Molina hadn’t mattered. Eli Nelson hadn’t mattered. All that had mattered was getting inside her as far as he could go.
Avery Charles didn’t even know his real name. She’d never heard his real voice except those few moments when he’d forgotten and he’d just wanted to be himself.
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he found his jeans and stepped in. His phone. He needed his bloody phone. He could hear the thing buzzing. A text was on the screen. Adam’s code number. He didn’t have names on his phone, just code numbers to let him know one of the team was trying to get him.