“Mhmm,” I reply, nodding. He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. I moan.
I try to pull him back onto the bed with me. I am more than ready for the main event. He slips a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on before turning me around, so I’m facing the bed.
“Excuse me for being impolite,” he murmurs. “But you have a world-class ass.”
He lands a light smack on it, and I flinch, thrilled. His hands move around, roaming over my aching breasts and tweaking at my nipples. “You like it from behind, baby?”
I moan in approval. I’d like it any damn way he wants, as long as his cock is buried deep inside me.
“Not that I don’t want to see the look on your face as I’m fucking you.” His voice is a sexy, throaty rasp in my ear. “But I want to go deep in your *.”
He pushes me forward onto the bed, until I’m on my hands and knees. Fuck, I want him so much, I’m shaking with anticipation and need. He kneels behind me on the mattress, gripping my hips to bring me into position.
“Damn, Shelby, this ass is perfect.”
He rubs the tip of his cock against my wet slit, spreading my lips, then he plunges deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck, it feels so good,” I shout. Knox makes a groaning sound, leaning over to cover my body with his. The motion thrusts him deeper, filling me up just the way he promised, his thick cock invading every inch. He withdraws, then thrusts again. Harder. Deeper.
“Fuck, Shelby,” he says over and over.
He’s fucking me so hard I can hardly breathe. None of that jackrabbit stuff, just deep and dirty. I grind back against him, meeting every thick stroke. He keeps one hand on my hip and the other snakes up to cup my breast. Tweaking my nipple, he increases his pace, the intensity of the thrusts growing.
I’m ready to come, but just as the peak comes into sight, Knox releases my breast and slows down. I whimper, denied what I wanted the most.
“Not so fast.”
“You’re killing me, smalls.”
He laughs, but refuses to let me have the last word. He pulls me up so that I’m on my knees, my back pressed against his rock-hard torso. He traces kisses up the crook of my neck, nipping at my earlobe. His fingers find my clit, drawing small circles around the nub, having me panting all over again. Along with his cock still pumping inside me, it’s too much—I’m on sensory overload.
“Am I still striking out?” he teases, and I can feel his smile along my skin. It’s more than enough. Sex has never been this good. The few guys I’ve been with are nothing compared to Cooper Knox. He nips at my neck and I grab a hand full of his hair, holding him in place.
I try to speak, but break off as he pinches my clit. A jolt rockets through me like electricity. I hiss as pain and pleasure mix, and I’m ready to beg for more. “Foul,” I manage.
“You’re going to be the death of me, slugger.”
“In your dreams.” I bite my lip to keep myself from crying out. As much as I want to give in, there’s something in me that wants to prolong it as much as he does, to keep this night going forever.
He slows down, taking his time, so that each thrust goes farther than the last. I’ve never had anyone this deep. He touches me in places I wasn’t even sure existed.
The world’s fragmenting at the edges and I try to force it stay together. I clench tighter around him, not ready to give in yet. But the pressure and friction is too much, growing so fast I feel like I might pass out.
His fingers touch my clit in just the right way and I lose control. The world shifts in and out of focus. Every cell in my body draws on the pleasure coursing through me. I’m screaming, but this time, Knox turns me around and swallows my scream with a kiss. Bound in his arms, I ride the orgasm, his thrusts coming faster and faster until he breaks the kiss, yelling my name.
We relax onto the bed, both panting. “How was that?” he asks, still holding me to his chest. Catching my breath, I come back to myself. I work myself free, trying not to groan when his cock slips free. I push him back against the mattress.
I snuggle up next to him, tracing the outlines of his muscles with my fingers. “I think I can work with that,” I say. His arm anchors me to him, settling possessively over my ass. I could get used to this, I think. But that is too dangerous a thought to dwell on, because it can’t go on. There is no way it could.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Knox
The next morning, I wake up to find the other side of the bed is empty. The covers have been thrown aside and they’re cool to the touch. I get up and walk to the edge of the loft. From this perspective, I can see the whole apartment. Shelby sits at the kitchen island, perched on a barstool, flipping through the paper. I slide on my jeans from the night before.
Loping down the stairs, I’m at a loss for what to do. Normally, these one night stands are at my place and it’s the girl’s job to do the casual exit.