Page 73 of A Devious Arrangement

Thank God. I nod, and his eyes never leave mine as he fills me. The sensation is overwhelming, and my head tips back. “It…it feels good. So good.”

“Fuck.” He groans low.

He pulls back and thrusts hard, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. His pace is brutal as he seems to lose any semblance of control he had left. Sex with Bash is rough, untamed, like the very touch of me has him coming undone. I love it.

I raise my hips, and he growls as he goes deeper. He thrusts with a pounding force that steals my thoughts until all I can feel is ecstasy.

“Stasia. You’re so tight.” His movements grow uneven. “Come with me, baby.”

As if his words commanded me, the orgasm he’s been stoking rips through me with a thundering force. He pulls out, fisting his length and spurting hot cum over my stomach.

I’m barely coherent as he wipes me off. “This wasn’t the plan.”

I want to ask him what the plan was, but I’m light-headed from breathing so hard. He replaces my underwear but drops my pants to the floor. I expect him to move to his seat; what I don’t anticipate is for Bash to bring me with him. I’m seated across his lap, my feet in the passenger chair with his arms bracketing me.

“You can’t drive like this.” I go to lift up, but he stops me.

“You’re going to have to deal with it because I can’t let you go.”

He holds me with one arm and steers the few remaining blocks to his house with the other. I try to get off him, but he swoops me into his arms and carries me inside. He must have remotely turned the heat up because it’s warm when we enter. I relax into him, giving up on any resistance, too tired to care as he rushes up the stairs and into our room.

Bash turns on the tub, then takes controlled steps until he crowds me, fingers running along the edge of his coat in unhurried movements. “Let’s take this off.”

There’s a magnetic pull toward him that I know I should stop. “I can do this myself. Thank you for bringing me home.”

“What are you shy now?”

That freaking smirk.

I press my palms against his chest, but there’s no strength in them. “I said I’m fine.”

“Princess, you are shaking so hard I’m afraid to let go of you. You are notfine.”

Bash’s knuckles graze a few inches beneath his coat, resting on my shoulder. It’s sweet and soft, breaking down the barrier I’m trying to put between us. If he keeps touching me like this…

“I won’t look if you don’t want me to?” he murmurs into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers span my waist as they make their way up. My chest expands as they graze the underside of my breast.

“Liar,” I whisper. There’s an ache deep inside me as I wait for his touch.

A low rumble forms in the back of his throat. “I’m trying to be good here.”

His white shirt is plastered to his chest. The curve and indents of his pecs are visible through the see-through fabric. My mouth waters, and I’m no longer cold. Instead, heat is coursing through my veins, converging between my thighs until my clit aches. My restraint snaps, and I undo each of his buttons, revealing more and more of his tanned skin. I’m frantically pushing it off his shoulders, then working at his belt. I don’t care what’s taken over me; the only thing that matters right now is him.

Bash stills my hands with his own. “Easy. I’m not going anywhere.”

I look at my feet as embarrassment takes over. What the hell am I doing? “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to.”

He grabs my hand and presses it against him, making it clear just how much he wants me. “I’m fucking dying for you, Princess. But I’m more worried about you catching pneumonia. So let’s get you in the tub, shall we? Let me do this for you, Stasia. Let me take care of you.”

My gaze travels up his face until I meet his gaze. It’s not the frantic hunger I expected but a deep pool of warmth that’s beckoning me to get lost in it, promising everything will be okay.

Let me take care of you.The words settle in my chest as a seed grows. There’s been a bone-deep guilt inside me, one that reminds me that I hurt the ones I love, that I don’t deserve the people around me. But Bash…the way he looks at me…the sincerity in his voice…has that little seed opening. His request is so simple, but it feels so much bigger than this moment. Like if I just lean against him, everything will change.

I’m scared.

Bash grazes his thumb over my cheek. His calming strokes run along my neck, settling my racing thoughts. He doesn’t repeat himself, not pushing me any further than I want to go.

Just this once…just this once, I want to sink into him and let him take everything away.

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