Page 40 of A Way Out
He never broke eye contact.
She did momentarily, but only because the second orgasm was so intense, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as it rolled over her, wave after wave, until she was positively wrung out.
And then her eyes flew back open as Oz abruptly flipped her onto her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he clutched her thighs, pulling them up to his waist, and began thrusting into her with earnest, hard and fast and erratic and oh so, so good.
She held onto his forearms; they were taut, the muscles stretched tight. A sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead as he continued to pump, harder and faster. He clenched his teeth, holding her gaze fiercely, until he gave a brief shout and thrust one last time, freezing like that for a moment before lowering his forehead to her chest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. Was it appropriate to thank him?
Because that had been the best experience of her life, hands down.
Maria was hot when she woke in the morning. That wasn’t anything new; she’d been sharing a bed with Riley for a week now, and that child was a little hot box.
This was a different kind of hot, though. Yes, it was due to another body in the bed, but it wasn’t Riley. It was someone much bigger. Harder. Stronger. Hotter.
She stretched, making a noise that almost sounded like a purr.
Oz’s arms tightened around her, and she rolled over to face him, a smile spreading across her face.
He wasn’t smiling.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. Had she been that terrible at sex? He’d certainly seemed pleased last night.
He shook his head. “Nothing. Everything.” His grip tightened again, like he was afraid she’d slip away.
“Everything?” Maybe she did need to slip away.
Finally, he released her so he could roll onto his back and throw one of his arms across his forehead. “We both know we should not have done that.”
“We do?”
He gave her a one-eyed glare from under his arm. “You’re my boss now, remember?”
That wasn’t technically true, but she said, “And you don’t find sleeping with the boss fantasies sexy?”
“This isn’t funny, Maria.”
“No, it should be glorious.” She rolled onto her back and balanced her upper body on her forearms, completely unbothered by the fact that her breasts were hanging right there in plain sight, not six inches from his body. “We should be basking right now.” She had been, until he woke up.
“We can’t let anyone know this happened.”
“What is this, high school? Are we going to get in trouble?” She’d not ever had that experience—she hadn’t slept with anyone until she met Vic at twenty-one—but she had gone to school with at least one girl who had. And everybody knew. And everybody gossiped about her behind her back.
Maria couldn’t imagine the situation would be remotely the same if the members of the two bands found out they’d slept together.
Oz sat up, bunching the sheet in his lap. “We got it out of our system. Now we can focus on what’s important. Making this band a success. That’s what you want, right?”
“Well, yes, but…” She’d thought they were important too. It hadn’t occurred to her that this might be a one-night thing.
He’d even said as much, although he’d been referring to the number of times they would have sex last night.
They’d done it twice, which had resulted in four orgasms for Maria, so he hadn’t been wrong.
Would she have come into his bedroom, propositioned him, if she’d realized his intentions? Even now, even as he spewed hurtful words, she was still attracted to him. This pull between them was no joke.
Which was unfortunate, since it was clear he had no intention of sleeping with her again.
She’d been so bold last night. So brave. She’d come in here and taken what she craved. She hadn’t waited for him to tell her what he wanted; she’d made it clear what she liked, and he’d been happy to do whatever she requested. It had been heady and oh so sexy.
