Her eyes flash. “What?”
I start moving, deeper, but still agonizingly slowly. She responds by arching into me and digging her fingers into my flesh.
I pull her hands off my ass and lock my fingers through hers, pinning the backs of her hands to the mattress on either side of her head. “Say it.”
A wicked smile teases the corners of her mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I thrust harder and she rocks against me, closes her eyes and moans. I seal my mouth over hers to capture the sound of her lust. Her legs part wider, giving me everything, and her heels dig into my ass, pulling me deeper.
I fuck her slowly and thoroughly, and when she’s right on the edge of falling to pieces under me, I stop. “Say it.”
“No!” she cries, thrusting her hips upward against mine and grinding. “God, no,” she pants. “Don’t stop.”
I let go of her hands and hold her face, forcing her to see me. “Say what you said last night.”
Her eyes flash white fire into mine. “I love you.”
I smile and glide my hands between the mattress and her ass, lifting her. I fuck her hard and deep, giving her everything I have, and when she comes a moment later, I let go and come with her.
I collapse on top of her. “Good,” I breathe in her ear. “Then I’m not in this alone.”
As we catch our breath, her stomach growls and I realize I haven’t fed her since lunch yesterday. I roll off her and grab my jeans from the floor. I look back from the door at her glowing, ravaged body. “Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
She gives me a sultry smirk as I shut the door. I jog half a block to the Starbucks I saw last night on the way in and I grab some coffees and a bag of pastries. When I come back, Lilah’s in the shower.
And, fuck me, just thinking about her in there has me hard again.
I down half my coffee and bring hers with me into the bathroom, where I shuck my jeans onto the floor. I pull back the curtain and she’s wet and shimmering. A fucking goddess.
I fix her in my gaze. “I told you not to move.”
“And you think I’m just going to do what you say?” One eyebrow raises in a challenge. “Have you met me?”
A wave of pure elation forces a laugh rumbling up my throat. Fuck, that feels good, like shaking all the sludge in my soul loose. It has to be high school, the last time I felt this unburdened.
“Coffee?” I ask, holding up her cup.
She steps out of the water and her eyes skate over me as she takes it from my hand. They stop on my raging boner. “How many times can you go?”
I blow out a laugh. “Apparently, when it comes to you, there’s no limit.”
I step into the shower and watch her long throat move as she takes a swallow of her coffee. She hands it back to me and I take a drink before setting it on the counter. I close the curtain and she pulls me into the water, against her slick body. She loops her arms around my neck and spreads her knees over my hips when I lift her by the ass and lower her onto my stiff cock.
“How many times have you gone before?” she asks, grinding her hips and driving me fucking nuts.
I pull my face out of her neck and look at her. “You really want to talk about this?”
She nods. “What’s your record?”
I turn us and press her back against the tile, driving myself into her. “We’ve already shattered that.”
“So less than four,” she muses.
“One,” I say with my next thrust. “Or maybe two, but that was back in high school.”
She draws back and looks me in the eyes. “Why only once?”
I fight to hold her gaze. She deserves to know what I am. Or was…until I found her. “With the others, it was just a fuck. Once it was over, I was over them. They left, I usually never saw them again, end of story.”
She nods and grinds her hips against mine. “How many girls?”
“Christ, Lilah. You really want to do this now?”
She grips my shoulders tighter and rides me to the tip and back down to the root, grinding hard against me. “I can’t think of anytime better. How many?”
When my cock pulses inside her, I realize having this conversation balls deep inside her is kind of hot. “Maybe a hundred.”
“That’s a lot,” she says, bracing her back against the tile for leverage and pumping harder.
“What about you? How many?”
“One.”
I thrust deep. “Four’s a record for you too, then.”
“I meant one guy.” She kisses me. “Two now.” I know my shock is plain on my face when she laughs. “Sorry if I didn’t have an endless stream of barflies to keep me company.”
I start fucking her in earnest, hard and deep. “It wasn’t company I was looking for. It was a distraction.”
She stops moving and looks at me. “From the nightmares.”
I nod.