At least that he could do. He slammed in harder, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm. His world spun as he held back. She scraped her nails down his back, and her legs tightened around him. Her breathing grew shallow.
Her pussy clenched, milking his cock as she climaxed. She didn’t let up, even as her moans slowed. The pounding rhythm coaxed him past his limits, and he grunted as he drove into her. The edge remained, even after he finished, slowly fading in a shower of sparks dancing across his vision. He slowed and then stopped, as the peak fell away.
She rested her forehead against his chest, and he dropped his head on her shoulder, both of them silent while they tried to catch their breath. His mind hadn’t been this clear in a long time, and it had everything to do with the woman in his arms.
“Come on.” He helped her stand, not able to hide his smile when she wobbled on her feet before finding her balance. He grabbed a tissue from a box on an end table to wrap up the condom and dispose of it.
He guided her to the other side of the couch, lay down, and patted the cushion in front of him.
She settled in, her back against his chest, and pulled his arm over her waist. “This is nice.”
He propped himself up on one elbow to kiss along her shoulders and neck. “Definitely.” Part of him was already looking forward to the next time. This was getting dangerous. Do I care? It’s not like I’m tied to this place anymore. They could have a little more fun, and it didn’t even matter if it went anywhere—which it wouldn’t—since he didn’t have to stick around. The thought of selling everything and moving to New Zealand had taunted him for days. A way out. A chance to leave everything behind at forget this place. A pang in his chest said he didn’t want to forget her, or what they shared, and he smothered the thought. He was tired of sinking his passions into anyone or anything. It only cost him in the end.
Silence drifted between them, and her breathing slowed. He settled his palm on her stomach. “If you’re going to fall asleep, my bed’s more comfortable.”
She leaned back into him with a sigh. That was amazing. Her soft skin, dusted with the salt of perspiration and the strawberry scent of her shampoo.
“I was just thinking.” Her voice was quiet, but distinct.
Not about them, right? Not the way he was. Not that he was thinking of them as a them. “That makes me nervous.” He tried to keep the teasing in his tone.
Her arm dropped away from his, hesitation in her response. “You don’t even know what it was about.”
That was a bad sign. Why couldn’t they get this right for longer than a couple of minutes? He wanted her back in the moment, wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon holding her and swapping inanities with her. He shouldn’t entertain the idea, but the urge was undeniable. “I didn’t mean I don’t like you thinking.” He trailed a finger up her thigh to her hip and brushed the skin where leg met hip. “In fact, your thoughts are as sexy as the rest of you. But if your mind is already drifting, the distraction didn’t work as well as it should have.”
She relaxed again, full body pressing into him. “It worked fantastically, and now I’m thinking clearly.”
He was going to have to bite, or the afternoon would be over. Not that it mattered. They’d had their fun; it was time to send her home, right? “About?”
There was a long pause before she said, “I know how to make Cord work.”
A surge of conflict slammed into his skull. He didn’t want to have this conversation with her. A solution. Finally. Except letting someone he was sleeping with have a say in their company had already cost them everything once. He wasn’t letting that line blur again, regardless of what she was about to say. Not that he was going to tell her that. He shifted his weight against her back. “Not the most seductive thing I’ve ever heard after sex.”
She let out a soft laugh, but it was laced with something heavier. “I’m serious.”
His enthusiasm and lingering glow were rapidly evaporating. “I’m a healthy, single man in my late-twenties. Getting laid is serious business.”
She sat up, taking the throw with her, holding it in front of her chest. “Don’t do this.”
“Do…?”
She grabbed her shirt off the coffee table and put it on. “Don’t play stupid. You could at least hear me out.”
He was torn between keeping her there longer and not wanting to delve into something that would definitely send her away pissed. He sat up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m listening. Especially if you’re talking dirty.” That was probably the last thing he should have said if he didn’t want her angry.
A low sound that was something between a sigh and a growl vibrated through her chest and back.
He flopped back against the couch. “Fine. I’m listening.”
She glanced over her shoulder, expression softening. “Promise?”
No, he wasn’t giving in to that look. Even if it did gnaw at something deep inside. He lied without missing a beat. “Of course.”