Page 64 of Close to the Edge

Her whole body shook. Then, with a slow sensual stretch that wouldn’t have been amiss on a mermaid, she curved her spine, until her gorgeous twin globes perfectly framed my cock.

I looked down and nearly lost my mind. “God...Lily. You know exactly how to drive me insane, don’t you?”

Her answer was to rise on her tiptoes. “Fuck me, Caleb.”

With a less than gentle touch, I grabbed her hip and yanked her back onto my waiting cock.

She screamed. My insanity tripled. I forgot to breathe, forgot to think. Forgot everything but the need to bury my cock inside her over and over again.

“Yes. Yes! More,” she panted, delirious in her pleasure.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always demanding more.”

Her fingers clawed the tiles. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

She continued to beg. I gave her everything until we were seconds from imploding. Then she reached up, covered the hand I had on her choker, locked her eyes on mine and croaked, “Tighter.”

A little shocked and a hell of a lot more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, I hooked another finger beneath the tight lace.

She started to come. Endlessly. Gripping me with muscles that demanded my complete surrender. I clung to sanity just so I could watch her for one more soul-shaking second. And holy hell, Lily Gracen, lost in ecstasy, was beyond magnificent.

In that moment before the bottom fell out of my world, I wished I could freeze time. Wished this transcendental moment would never end.

Transcendental. Soul-shaking.Feelings.

The next shudder that gripped me had nothing to do with my phenomenal orgasm and everything to do withemotionsattempting to shift the center of my gravity.

Enough.

The stern warning didn’t stop me from kissing her crown and sliding my hand down her back before I pulled out. We both groaned and subsided into silence, words seeming superfluous in this aftermath. I disposed of the condom, turned her around, then directed the flow of water over both of us.

Her eyes were still glazed, but as I reached for the simple lock that secured her choker, her gaze darted to mine.

I froze, waiting for her to speak.

Her nostrils quivered as she sucked in a breath. “I...want you to know...I’ve never done that before,” she muttered. “I was just...”

I brushed my fingers over her lips, absorbing the electric delight that lit through me. “You don’t need to explain, sweetheart. If it helps, the effect on you was fantastic for me, too.”

A deep blush swept over her cheeks as she caught my hand in hers and kissed my knuckles.

The move was unexpectedly sweet. For a split second, I wanted to succumb.

I returned to my task and undid the choker. Red marks ringed her neck, a perfect imprint of the lace pattern. I trailed my lips over the mark, still caught in the cycle I couldn’t break free from, feeling a little perverse that the sight of it aroused me.

The gel I picked up smelled like Lily. I washed her from head to toe, lingering in places that made her gasp.

Then she held out her hand for the bottle. I handed it over and braced my palms over the wall above her head. I was hard again before she was halfway down my chest.

I didn’t reach for her. I needed a moment to regroup, to make sure I could emerge from whatever was happening between us with my faculties intact. When she sank onto her knees, I squeezed my eyes shut and locked my jaw as her small, wicked fingers washed my cock, my balls, then finally moved lower.

I was so focused on not grabbing her for another mind-blowing fuck, I didn’t realize she’d ducked under my arm to wash my back until she gasped.

Shit. The scar.

Gentle fingers touched my left shoulder blade where the bullet grazed me. “What happened?”

Her soft sympathy reached inside me, further weakening rigid foundations. My shrug didn’t hit the offhand mark as I turned. “Trigger-happy client. Let’s get out of here and I’ll tell you the full story over breakfast.”

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