Page 25 of Against the Clock

“Want you to come again,” I tell her, pressing my mouth and nose into the curve of her shoulder and neck, drinking in her smell, wanting to drown in her.

“Then make me,” she says, and I scrape my teeth against her neck.

She makes a small, helpless noise, and I kick her legs wider with my knee, forcing her to sink deeper onto my cock.

“You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet,” I tell her and she moans again, goosebumps peppering her skin all over.

Slowly, I pull out, then push back in, nuzzling the nape of her neck. Her knuckles are white on the headboard, her entire body as taut and electric as a live wire.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, and despite my best intentions to fuck her hard, to do what she asked, I can’t. I can’t.

I like her too much to make our first time like that.

I smooth one hand over her arm, entwining my fingers with hers on the headboard. Slowly, I pump in and out of her. My release builds, but I want her to come again. I need her to. I want her to remember this night, I want her to remember that I took care of her.

I want her to know I’ll put her first. I’ve fucked that up in the past, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to do it again.

My hand reaches around her stomach, down between her spread legs, and I know I’ve found her clit again when she keens, a high-pitched whine. Heat bursts through me and I make myself move even slower, trying to find the angle that will send her over the edge even as I tease her clit. I drag in and out, our bodies making wet, sloppy noises.

Maybe she’s into the dirty talk. Maybe that’s what will help.

“You’re taking me so good,” I say, murmuring it in her ear. She shivers and I smile to myself. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me, Kelsey. I told you you could take me.”

I nip at her neck again, the urge primal and unlike me.

I’m moving faster now, unable to slow down, unable to hold back anymore. She’s just too perfect, too wet, feels too good.

She arches back against me, making the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard in my life. She clenches around my cock, her body shaking even harder as she climaxes.

“Fuck, Kelsey,” I rasp, holding her up. “I want to see your face,” I say, feeling like an idiot.

“Okay,” she says dreamily and I pull out, immediately aching with the loss of her around me.

Carefully, I pull her to me, laying her down on my bed, reveling in the soft, sated pleasure on her face, the scent of her.

I can’t help kissing her as I push back inside her. Can’t stop kissing her as I take her again, thrusting into her warmth until I come hard, so hard, inside her.

I stay like that for a long time, pressed into her body, until she stops shaking, her limbs loose and soft around me.

“Stay with me,” I say, and I’m not asking.

I’m also not sure if I mean tonight, or for the weekend, or forever.

“Okay,” she says sleepily.

When I go to the bathroom, I keep the door cracked slightly so I can watch her doze in the mirror.

Once with Kelsey Cole won’t be enough.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

CHAPTER 12

KELSEY

I wake up in the pitch black, an alarm going off.

I blink my eyes blearily, trying to figure out where I am.

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