Page 85 of Catch You

“Corey, please.” I thrust my hips up, trying to gain some friction.

“Condom,” he groans in my ear, reminding me that we weren’t so careful last night.

“It’s okay, we’re safe right now.”

“Harlow.” His need and torment over doing the right thing are clear in his voice.

“I’m due in?—”

Clearly unable to wait any longer and deciding that he trusts me, he surges forward and fills me in one move. My back arches, my pussy contracting around him as I adjust to the sudden invasion.

“Jesus, Harlow.” It’s only then that I realize he’s stopped moving.

“Corey, are you?—”

I don’t get to ask before he moves once more. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and his cock thrusts deeper inside me. His hand lands on my hip with a bruising grip, but the bite of pain only adds to the pleasure, and I lose myself even deeper to this incredible man.

He kisses, bites, and sucks at every bit of skin he can find as the rhythm of his hips gets faster and faster until we’re both forced to pull our lips away in favor of breathing as we race toward our climaxes.

“Oh God, Corey.”

“Come, Harlow. Let me feel … fuuuuuck.” He doesn’t even get the demand out and I detonate, my pussy pulling him in even deeper until he stills, groans, and releases everything he has inside me. His muscles pull tight, his ink flexing and stretching over the top in the most delicious way as he loses control.

He falls on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him and hold as tight as I can. I’ve used sex a lot to forget, to drown outthe pain in my heart and the endless images in my head, but never has it been quite like that.

Brooke was right. Corey isn’t like those of my past. He’s so, so much more.

He wasn’t chasing the thrill of the high. He wasn’t just desperate for some action. That was about me. About helping me to forget, to push away my demons.

Finding his rough chin, I encourage his face from the crook of my neck. It takes him a few seconds to move, but when he does and our eyes connect, something in his makes my breath catch.

The blue is dark from pleasure, but there’s more to it than that, and as much as it might scare me, excitement tingles beneath my skin about what it is we might have found here … two lost souls desperate for something to cling on to as their lives spin out of control around them.

“Corey, I?—”

He shakes his head, cutting off my words. “No. No more talking.”

I nod, unable to agree verbally.

His lips find mine and we make out in his bed for hours. There’s no more, just his incredible kiss and burning touch until we both pass out, wrapped in each other’s arms.

We’re finallyawoken when my alarm starts blaring from wherever I abandoned my cell phone last night.

“No,” Corey groans, pulling me back tighter into his body.

As my cell falls silent, the temptation to close my eyes once more and drift back off is strong, but I know I can’t. Not only will it start up again momentarily, but I’ve got to go to work.

Why did I get a job again?

Spinning in his arms, I lay my palm against his rough cheek. His eyes remain shut, but his lips twitch with a smile.

“You stay there. Go back to sleep.”

“I don’t think so.”

He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I have no choice but to straddle his waist. His cock is hard and ready beneath me, and a rush of heat heads south in my body.

Sadly, before I get a chance to do anything about it, my alarm starts up again.

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