Page 106 of The Broker

She wanted it, and I was fuckingdyingfor it.

Charlotte sensed my hesitation, and the whine in her voice was intoxicating. “Please. Ineedyou inside me,” she gulped a breath, “and you said you’d give me what I need.”

Before I’d even approved the action, I was off the bed and reaching for my nightstand drawer. The condoms were near the back, and I grabbed one from the box so quickly, I smashed the carboard. But I had what I needed. I tore the wrapper, and as I rolled the condom on, my goddamn hands shook.

Fuck, I needed her, just like she needed me.

When I climbed back up on the bed, my gaze swept along the length of her body. She was naked except for her black bra and the leather cuffs, tied down to my bed, and her expression screamed at me to hurry.

I crawled on my hands and knees until I was over her and then settled between her thighs. Her warm skin pressed to mine, and we were only a heartbeat away from sex. The desire for her was overpowering, overwhelming. I’d never been so disoriented in my goddamn life.

“Are you sure?” My voice was unsteady.

Her eyes were lidded and her expression desperate.“Please.”

My heart raced out of control as I reached down between us, gripped my cock, and brushed the sheathed tip against her, searching for entrance. As soon as I found it, I claimed her lips at the same time I claimed her body.

Inch by slow inch, I sank into her, and the heat of our kiss rivaled the fire of her body. As I advanced, our moans mingledand were muted beneath our lips. The pleasure was white-hot, searing through my center and down my limbs.

I kept going until I was buried completely in her, and when that happened, our focus turned toward our kiss. It wasn’t dirty, or meaningless, or simply for pleasure. This kiss was sensual. It brimmed with passion and some kind of emotion I didn’t want to identify.

It was much safer to pretend it didn’t exist.

Did she feel that same emotion? My chest was flattened to hers, so I could tell her heart was beating as rapidly as mine. I eased my hips back, sliding almost all the way out of her, only to press forward once more—this time faster.

The sensation caused us both to tear our lips away and gasp for air.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured. “Fuck, Charlotte, you feel so good.”

Charlotte, I’d said. Notbaby girl,because that didn’t seem right for this moment. I’d started this evening with the intention of it being a sexy scene, our first foray together into BDSM, but I’d lost control.

Everything had changed, shifted.

I reached for one of her wrists and ripped at the buckle, then undid the other wrist because I needed her to have her freedom, and I wanted her hands on me. The moment she was released, her fingers threaded through my hair.

Her mouth was soft and lush.

I drank up her moans as I established my tempo, and right away I knew I was in trouble. It felt way,waytoo good. I tried to slow down, but her hips rotated, urging me to go faster. One of her palms was on my ass, her fingers clenching, and the cold silver ring kissed my bare skin.

This sex wasn’t like anything I’d had before. Did it even classify as sex? It felt like so much more.

Like our kiss, this act wasn’t simply for pleasure. It wasn’t meaningless.

This was about connection, and I could not get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of her.

Heat sizzled through my bloodstream. Everything was tingling with anticipation, begging for release, but I tried to push it down, to hold it back. Charlotte writhed beneath me, and her hands roamed over my back, my shoulders, my chest. The faster I moved inside her, the shorter her kisses became, so she could pull in raspy breaths.

It felt like she was all around me. Maybe inside me like I was in her. I couldn’t get a handle on these fucking feelings, and my heart stumbled wildly out of time. Pleasure was building at the base of my spine, growing too big and fast for me to stop it.

Even though I sensed it was coming, my orgasm still hit me without warning. The groan I gave was a combination of surprise, dismay, and physical satisfaction.

Shit, the orgasm was fuckingintense.

It went on, and on, and my vision narrowed in, blurring. I sank as deep inside her as I could while delivering a scorching kiss. She moaned right along with me, perhaps enjoying the sensation of my climax. Or maybe she’d gotten secondhand pleasure watching me experience it.

My pulse was still roaring as the orgasm began to fade, and when the dust began to settle, awareness took hold.

Irritation sliced through me. “Fuck.”

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