Page 51 of Delicate Storm

“Definitely not, but I could use something to relieve the built-up tension.” I step forward, walking into fire, but ready to feel the burn. I’ve already crossed the line.

Paige shrugs, trying to appear unaffected, but her heaving chest gives her away. “Mmm,” she says, curling a finger through her long brown hair, her eyes locked on mine.

“Know of anything?” I ask in challenge.

Paige raises a brow and I know instantly that she’s about to sass me. “There’s one of those destruction places around the corner that—” I slam my lips to hers, cutting her off as I push her against her door.

I might take her up on that the next time I’m seeking a release, but for now, Paige is the only thing I need. And there’s no way I’m going to resist it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Eason

Paige fumbles with her bag as our tongues swirl, and when she locates her key, she pushes me back. “Found it. As much as I love the thrill of being in public, with current circumstances in mind, we should go inside.”

“You won’t hear any arguments from me; I don’t want to have to hold back at the risk of making you scream too loud.”

“That’s a much better reason.” Paige opens the door and drags me over the threshold before connecting our lips again. Her hands roam my body as she nibbles on my bottom lip, eliciting a low grunt from the back of my throat.

Pressing her against the closed door, I nudge my knee between her legs and rock into her, letting her feel how much I need this.Wantthis.

When her movements quicken and she starts to pant, I break our kiss and drop to my knees, sliding her leggings and panties down before my eyes lock on her pussy. “Goddammit. I don’t have a condom.”

And I really need to fuck her. Especially if this is going to be the last time.

Paige suppresses a smile, shaking her head when I gaze up at her. “Lucky for you, we’re in my apartment. And I have a stash.”

“A stash?” I question, working hard not to groan. She can do what she wants. Doesn’t mean I like thinking about it.

“Yes, a stash,” she states matter-of-factly as she steps out of her clothes. “But I don’t mean that in the way you’re thinking. I have a box, and it’s full. Do you want to keep talking or should I go and get one?”

“Get two,” I say, spinning her around and giving her a slight tap on the ass to get her moving. “I’ve got an hour before I have to leave.”

Paige peers over her shoulder, her lip pursed as she hides her lust. “I’ll get one,” she says with a smile. “I’m expecting a call in thirty minutes.”

I want to complain, but thirty minutes is better than nothing, so I’ll take it. And the second she’s back, I’m ridding her of her tightly fitted tank top, my eyes raking over her almost naked body.

Taking my time to worship her, I release one of her breasts from the cup of her bra, teasing her nipple with my tongue before moving to the next one. When she’s squirming at my touch, I kiss a path up her neck, only stopping when I reach the sensitive skin below her ear.

“Since you’ve limited our time to thirty minutes, you only get to come twice,” I whisper, gliding my palm along her skin, feeling her shiver. “But Paige…” I add, trailing off as I cup her heat, waiting until she stares up at me, panting. “Your first better be quick, because I want to take my time fucking you for the second.”

I massage her clit and she cries out, her head falling back against the wall as she rolls her hips, silently asking for more.

I start slowly, teasing, working her until she’s ready for me. And when she starts to whimper, desperate for my fingers, I plunge one inside her, pumping it a few times before adding a second, my thumb continuing to tease her until she’s a beautiful, chaotic mess.

Grabbing her wrist in my free hand, I raise it above her head and lean into her, pressing her into the door while she rides my fingers. Her movements pick up along with her breath, and it’s not long before her body starts to quiver. I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing her walls while I continue to work her clit, and she cries out again, thrashing against my hand as her first release hits.

“Oh God, Easton.”

She bucks and shakes as she coats my fingers, and I wait until she stops screaming my name before I let go of her hand, drop my pants to sheath my length. While she’s still catching her breath, I lift her off her feet until she wraps her legs around my back, then lower her onto my cock, slowly, my eyes locked with hers, both of us groaning when I’m buried inside her.

“God, your pussy was made for me, the way it wraps perfectly around my cock. Such a shame about your dad.”

Paige clenches as she giggles, and then as though she’s punishing me for my comment, she grips my shoulders and lifts herself up before slamming down again and rolling her hips, until I buck uncontrollably.

“Jesus. Paige. Give a guy the chance to settle.”

“We only have thirty minutes, remember? Twenty now. And I need you to fuck me good.”

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