Page 38 of The Pretender

“Yes.” Her head dropped back on the mattress. “Now, Harris.”

That got his attention.

With a knee balanced on the bed, he maneuvered around her. Stealing a quick glance at her was a mistake. It broke what little concentration he had. On her back with her arms palms up by her head. She was waiting, and he needed to move his ass.

The drawer rattled as he pulled it out. A quick check and he had the condom. He fumbled, trying to get it open. Somehow he managed it. He rolled it over his length as he moved back between her thighs. Her knees were in the air now with her feet flat against the mattress.

So damn inviting.

Slipping his hands under her thighs, he pushed her knees closer to her chest. He took his erection in his hand and brushed the tip over her, opening her. Back and forth as the muscles in her legs visibly shook.

Watching her run her hands over her stomach nearly killed him. She understood her body and what she needed. She didn’t shy away from this feeling, and he loved that. Loved how good she felt as her inner muscles closed around him.

He pushed into her nice and slow, celebrating every inch. When she reached out and grabbed his hips and pulled him in tight, he didn’t fight it. He sank inside her in one deep, long stroke. Sensations rippled through her and he felt every one. Her shoulders lifted and her hips bucked.

His body took over then. He pumped inside her. In and out in a natural rhythm that didn’t require a signal from his brain. This was about feeling, about watching her body move.

One of her arms dropped over her head and her mouth opened on a soft sigh. He didn’t stop. A clenching sensation took over his body. He felt his release rushing through him and wanted to get her there first.

He slipped his hand down and touched her. Pressed his finger against the spot he knew would drive her wild as his body moved inside her. She gasped and her eyes opened. Her hands slid over his ass and up his back. Traveled over his shoulders then her fingernails dug in. She held him in a tight grip as she brought his body closer.

The friction of skin over skin drowned out every other thought. He moved, she moved. Their breathing mixed. Their legs tangled.

Those long legs encircled him. Her ankles locked behind him. Her body stiffened right before she came. Those tiny inner muscles clamped down on him and he saw white.

It was his turn then. His body moved and his mind went blank. Wave after wave of excited need ran through him. The energy built up until it exploded. He emptied as his hips continued to buck.

After, he just lay there on top of her, enjoying the way her body fit against his. The softness to his hardness. The smell of him on her skin. The dampness between her breasts and on his back.

The sex was so damn good.

He liked looking at her, arguing with her, matching wits against her. But this... this was fucking amazing. So much for thinking they could do this once and be over. If anything, his need for her slammed into him even harder. He waited for a fresh smack of guilt and regret for lying to her, for not coming clean. It hadn’t hit him yet, but he knew it lingered inside him somewhere.

He pulled out of her, but he didn’t want to. He could stay there, rocking his body against hers all night. She hadn’t complained. Her fingers still brushed over his shoulders and her tight hold didn’t ease. But he outweighed her and they needed a second. A breath before they rushed into round two, or worse, broke apart with her deciding once was enough.

He forced his body to move. He didn’t go far, just pushed up on his elbows and balanced his chest over hers.

He smiled down at her. “Hey.”

Her gaze toured his face as her finger slipped over his scruff of a beard. “Hey, yourself.”

He remembered her warning back at the fire pit. “You’ll note I didn’t say anything.”

She frowned at him. “Huh?”

“You told me not to be annoying during sex.”

She laughed then. At first it was a small bit of happiness but then she let go. She laughed until she bent her head and rested her forehead against his chest.

“You okay?” But he loved it. He’d seen her smile, but not nearly enough. A loss of control seemed so out of character that he hoped it was a good sign. Maybe she’d crossed some invisible barrier.

She lifted her head and kissed him then. A hot, sexy kiss that said she’d loved the sex as much as he did. “I’m pretty great.”

“I hope that means I can stay the night.” That might be pushing it, but she made him feel powerful. He was pretty sure he could swim to DC no problem right now.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Just try to leave.”

Two hours later, after a second round and a shower, they lay entwined on the bed. She was on her side with him spooning her from behind. The position both drove her wild and made her feel safe.

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