Page 63 of Fast & Reckless
“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed. Then he wrapped his arm around her back and levered his body up, neatly flipping her onto her back. The pressure of his body, of feeling pinned to the bed by him, was perfection. She ran her hands up his arms, the ridges of muscles flexing as he held himself over her, then gripped his shoulders. His body felt impossibly hard and strong.
When he finally moved his hips, she moaned. “Yes,” she whispered. “Just like this.”
He was beautiful like this, so desperate and undone as he chased down pleasure. She wanted to press it all into her consciousness so she couldn’t lose it. The gold light on his skin, the sheen of his sweaty forehead, the dark knit of his eyebrows, the bunch and release of his muscles as he thrust into her. He squeezed his eyes shut and bared his teeth, a flash of white in the dim light. Then he went rigid and he stilled, a groan ripping out of his chest, ragged and uninhibited. Every muscle in his body locked tight as he rode it out, and finally he gasped in release.
Collapsing down on her, he buried his face in her hair. His hand came up to her face, cradling her cheek as he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he moaned in approval.
“Please tell me you’re not going to kick me out and make me go back to my room,” he muttered into the pillow beside her head. Her body jostled deliciously against his as she laughed. She couldn’t get enough of him. As spent as she felt, she wanted to do it all over again.
“I’m not going to kick you out.” She drew a hand down his neck and across his shoulders, and pulled him in close. “Iwant you to stay,” she said, this time quieter. She wanted him like this for as long as she could have him, however long that might be.
He lifted his head enough to look at her. “I want to stay.” He leaned in and kissed her, gently and slow.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said when he pulled back. “And we can do that again. If you want to.”
She tightened her arms around him. “Oh, yes, I definitely want to.”
28
Mira’s phone alarm went off at its usual six thirty. She woke in a groggy blur, groping blindly for the nightstand, every muscle protesting. After tapping to silence it, she dropped her head back on the pillow. Her arms felt weak and the insides of her thighs ached. Will’s naked body, hard and unbelievably warm, was pressed up against her back, one arm slung across her waist, his face against her shoulder.
Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she watched the light glow through a crack in the drapes, reliving the night before. First came that long, painful trip down memory lane, but then after …
They’d crossed a major line last night, one she’d tried so hard to avoid, and there was no going back now. As unwise as it still might be, though, she just couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
Maybe last night was nothing extraordinary for him, but she couldn’t say the same. It hadneverbeen that good. Not even close. Everything felt tender, glorious, and brand new, and she was absolutely determined to enjoy it.
“Why are you awake at this ungodly hour?” he rumbled behind her. His breath was hot against her shoulder as his hand swept up her naked side. God, how did he do that? Just a few words and a touch and she was already aching for him.
She did her best to keep her voice steady, so he wouldn’t know how desperate he made her. “I always get up at six thirty.”
“But there’s no race today.”
“I get up early anyway. I’m most productive in the morning.”
“Of course you are,” he muttered, then he pressed a sleepy kiss to the back of her shoulder, making her bury her face in the pillow to hide her grin.
“Well, I suppose I don’t have to get uprightthis second.”
“No, you don’t.” His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her in against him until his cock, hard and ready, pressed into her lower back.
“No, I don’t,” she sighed, relaxing into his arms. Oh, god, there was no way she was getting up now. With his free hand, he brushed the hair away from the back of her neck so he could drop a trail of kisses down it. She arched back, pressing her ass against him.
His hand slid up her rib cage and cupped her breast and she sighed. When he rolled her hardened nipple with his fingers, the sigh transformed into a moan. “Maybe you don’t need to go anywhere at all today,” he said, shifting his weight so that his cock slipped between her thighs. She was already so wet for him.
“But we’ll have to get up eventually.”
“Let’s think about that tomorrow.”
But tomorrow was going to come. And they’d have to decide what happened when they got out of this bed. A wave of insecurity made her throat constrict. If he wanted to just slip out ofher hotel room and go on with business as usual after today, it was really going to hurt.
“Um … do you need to … I mean, do you want to … do you have to be somewhere?”
Will paused. Then he took her shoulder and turned her in his arms until she was on her back and looking up into his face. His hair was adorably wrecked, his eyes were squinty, and he had a sheet crease up one side of his face. She’d never seen anything hotter.
“Is that your way of asking me if I’m about to do a runner and pretend this never happened?”
That was probably exactly what they should do, but her stomach gave a sickening lurch at the idea. Right or wrong, that wasnotwhat she wanted.
