"Good
Christ, baby, how the fuck are you so tight?" I started to move inside of
her, or maybe she was moving for us, her hips rolling and undulating, pressing
back to meet me each time I thrust forward. "Fuck, I can feel you, you
know that? You're about to cum for me, aren't you Monique? Go ahead, I want to
feel you. I want to feel you get all hot and tight around my cock while I'm
fucking you, you hear me? You let go, right now, baby girl."
I was babbling
like an idiot. I couldn't help myself. The rough slap of our skin sounded like
a backbeat and I was writing lyrics to our song. Her sharp cries were the
chorus and when we came together, it was better than any song I had written in
my life.
And then I took
her into the bed and had her one more time before sleep finally took me. But
even then I still dreamed of her.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Monique
The unfamiliar
hotel room, the rumpled sheets, the smell of sex lingering in the air...and
Tanner Brock's naked body stretched out next to mine. Every part of this was
completely otherworldly.
I rolled over and
surreptitiously swallowed my birth control pill, coughing a little without
water to wash it down. Then I turned to look at him, watching him stare up at
the ceiling, and wishing like hell I had my camera on me to capture the way his
golden stubble swirled on his jawline. He was a work of art.
"How you
feeling?" he asked the ceiling...or me.
I considered for
a moment before settling on the truth. "Pretty great," I yawned,
stretching out.
He rolled towards
me and I came face to face with his chest...and all the damage I had done to it
last night. Bite marks, claw marks, lines of bruising along his neck. My own
body awoke at that moment, and all the little bruises and scratches flamed to
brilliant life. "Holy shit," I murmured, reaching out to touch one
particularly nasty scratch.
He hissed a
little. "Glad you're feeling better," he smiled. "So now, I
gotta ask you, do you still want to kill me with your bare hands?"
"Hmm,"
I smiled up at him. "Maybe?"
He grinned and
swiped a rough kiss across my lips. "Good," he rumbled.
"Wouldn't want you going soft on me now. Just 'cos you like the way I fuck
you..."
"Who said
anything about that?"
"You
did," he growled, rolling over on top of me. "With that punch-drunk
expression on your face. Tells me everything I need to know about how bad
you've got it for me..."
"You son of
a..." he caught my lip between his teeth and bit down. I snarled at him,
and then pressed my naked body up against his. I felt him stir to life, the
length of him pressing against me and moaned. It was almost embarrassing how
quickly he could get me wet.
He held my lip
with his teeth, immobilizing me just as easily as if he was holding me down
with his hands. Holding me with his blue gaze, he slipped a finger down into my
wetness. When I hissed again, he sank it inside of me, testing.
I moaned,
helpless the to sensation. Everywhere he touched sent out a trail of sparks
leading directly to my core. My legs spread of their own accord and he growled
his approval.
When he pressed
himself against my entrance, I wiggled downward. He released my lip, but caught
my hands instead, pinning them over my head as he drove himself up inside of
me.
His eyes went
wide again. "Wait, baby, the condom." He pulled out of me and I
practically hissed in frustration.
I wrapped my legs
around his waist and pulled him closer. "Just once," I begged him.
"You feel so good."
His eyelids
fluttered, those long lashes casting a shadow across his cheekbone. He froze in
mid thrust and blinked, then fixed me with that blue stare. I was completely
helpless in his gaze as he slowly, torturously, rolled his hips.
Inside of me, a series
of explosions fired off, one after another. He was touching me...everywhere.
All those secret places I never knew existed
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