Page 58 of Caught Stealing

Into outer-fucking-space.

My fingers dig into the wood, clawing at the smooth surface as if it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. Like if I let go, I’ll be lost to gravity and float right off the face of the planet.

“I’m close,” I pant, the tingling feeling of impending release rippling through my extremities.

“Good,” he rasps in my ear. “Get there for me, baby.”

The head of his cock swipes over that spot inside me, lighting me on fire from the inside out. Desire races through my veins like a train off its tracks—uncontrollable and potentially devastating. Hell, I’m not sure either of us will be more than a puddle of goo to be washed down the drain with the water still pouring over us when it’s all said and done. And honestly, I couldn’t give a shit if that’s the case.

Nothing—and I mean fucking nothing—matters besides the feel of him inside me.

Taking me, claiming me.

Owningevery inch of my being.

“Nix.”

His name leaves my lips with a guttural moan when he pegs my prostate again, causing me to see stars. Release slams into me like a tidal wave, the force nearly enough to knock the wind straight from my lungs while my ass constricts around him like a vise. I bear down on his cock, feeling myself clamp around him as cum spills from my own through his fingertips before disappearing down the drain at our feet.

His thrusts become quicker and more erratic, signaling he’s right there with me.

“Where—”

“Inside,” I pant, unable to get more than that single word out.

He must understand what I mean, though, and his hips pound against my ass until his release fills me. Every clench and squeeze my ass makes around him draws out his orgasm, and I almost come all over again at the sharp bite of pain in my shoulder as his teeth sink into the flesh there.

Cum spills from my ass and drips down my leg when he pulls from my body, still gasping for air. His breath is a whisper across my heated skin, and it sends shivers down my spine. A feeling only amplified when he presses a kiss to the spot where his teeth marked me.

No one has ever made me feel this thoroughly owned.

Honestly, I don’t think anyone else ever could.

I’m caught somewhere between the high of my orgasm and utter exhaustion as I turn in his arms. Ready to collapse into a sweaty, sated heap right here on the ground and not move until morning, yet also wanting to drag him to one of those pool loungers and go for another round.

His eyes meet mine, and I swear, he can read every thought running rampant through my head. It makes my body tingle, a buzz coming from more than just the alcohol still coursing through my veins.

I’m high on sunshine, tequila, and him; a combination sure to decimate the willpower of even the strongest of men.

Something I’ve never been, nor will ever claim to be.

I reach up, my fingers curling around the nape of his neck when I press my forehead to his. The pounding heart inside my chest shows no signs of slowing, even as seconds turn to minutes while we come down from the high—a feat nearly impossible when I’m still in his proximity.

Something about him just…gets to me. Messes with me in ways I can’t quite comprehend.

“You fuck me up, Nix.”

The words fall from my lips without warning, and I’m helpless to stop them. Helpless to keep fighting this when he has a way of turning my entire world inside out with a single touch.

It’s why I should break away. Go inside, crawl into bed, and put this whole night behind me without batting an eye. But it’s easier said than done when no part of me wants to leave this spot.

The second we do—the moment I can no longer feel his skin against mine and breathe in his scent—the spell will wear off.

And once it does, things will never be the same.

Eighteen

Phoenix

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