His lips quirked and he kissed her again. “Massive, huh? I’ll take that.”
Pleasure surged, not just physical pleasure but emotional pleasure. He hugged her thigh, keeping it high, and moved inside her. He kissed her knee, caressed her breast, nose to nose again, dropping occasional soft kisses on her mouth as he slowly fucked her.
She touched him too, caressing his neck, his hair, his shoulder, and his arm. Then she lowered her hand between her legs to find her clit.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Do that. Touch yourself.”
Faces still close, both of them panting and moaning, him pumping in and out of her body in lush strokes, she rubbed herself. She went flat on her back, head back, eyes closed as sensation tightened in her womb. “I’m coming,” she whispered. “Fuck me. It feels so good.”
He moved faster, harder inside her, penetrating so deep. Fire rippled and burned in her, hot spirals of intensity coiling tighter, higher. He fucked her with heavy strokes, filling her senses with unbelievable pleasure, and then it burst. She shuddered through it, quaking and burning.
His hand flattened on her abdomen and he slid his other arm beneath her head, lifting it and pulling her mouth to his as sensation tore through her, muscles spasming, her * clenching around his thick shaft.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s beautiful,” he murmured against her mouth. “So fucking beautiful. Now me…aw yeah…” His thrusts became faster yet, stroking over her sensitized inner flesh, keeping her orgasm washing through her in impossibly delicious waves. A long groan tore from his throat as he pumped faster and harder and then went still. His big body tensed against her and he pulsed inside her.
Beautiful. Yes. So beautiful. Good God, she’d never experienced sex like this, so deep and incredible. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her like he was starving for her…she loved everything about it.
Later, beneath the covers, bodies twined together, Duncan whispered in her ear, “I’ll take you home in the morning. If you’ll stay.”
She had no desire whatsoever to get out of his lovely bed or leave his big, hot body behind. Drowsy, she snuggled in closer, pressing her nose to his skin to sniff him. Unobtrusively, of course. “Okay.”
His big hand swept up and down her back in smooth, mesmerizing strokes, pausing on her ass for a gentle squeeze. She liked that. A lot.
—
“Your father is getting out of jail.”
Amber’s eyes popped open and her hand clenched around her cellphone. “What? When?”
“In two weeks,” Mom replied.
Amber’s mind raced. What was he going to do? Where would he go? Did she even care? “Well, that’s nice for him,” she finally said.
Mom snorted. “Well, maybe. I just thought I should let you know, honey.”
“Um, thanks. But I guess it doesn’t really impact me.”
“He might call you.”
“I doubt it. I haven’t had any contact with him since he went in.” Amber paused. “Have you?”
“God, no.” Bitterness laced Mom’s voice. “After what he did to us? No.”
“Okay. Well. Thanks for letting me know. I better go. I have exams this week and I need to study.”
“When you graduate, we should celebrate.”
Amber shook her head. “You’re in Los Angeles. I’m in Chicago. How would we do that?”
“You could fly home for a weekend. We could have a girls’ weekend together, to celebrate. Maybe go to a spa and shopping and out for dinner—”
“That would cost a lot of money, Mom. I don’t have a lot of money.”
Mom sighed. “You’re such a party pooper.”
Amber rubbed her forehead where tension gathered. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, there must be a way we can celebrate. Let me think about it.”
“Sure, Mom. That’d be good.” She knew her mother. She’d never hear from her again about this. “Okay, talk soon. Love you.”
“Love you too, honey.”
Amber ended the call and set her phone down on the table next to where she sat in her apartment. Her laptop was open in front of her, the Word document that was her thesis glaring at her. A cup of coffee sat near her elbow and the wintry sun shone through the big living room window. She sucked in a long, slow breath and let it out.
Dad was getting out of jail.
Yay.
Remembered hurt and anger came crashing down on her. She planted her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands.
The sense of betrayal that she thought had faded suddenly zoomed back to life.
Shit. Her concentration was shot. And she had work to do.
She rose from the table. Easton was at work and she was alone in the apartment. She paced over to the windows and gazed out at the view. Black branches of the bare trees on the street below crisscrossed one another. A little snow had fallen last night, and the ground was white and gray, the streets shiny wet. She leaned her forehead against the cool glass and closed her eyes.
Dad.