Page 108 of Meet Me In The Dark
It’s all she needs. She unravels on a scream as her body clamps down on me, pulsing around my cock in tight, desperate waves. I hold her through it, driving into her even as she convulses, claiming every last drop of her pleasure for myself.
The heat and the squeeze of her drag me straight over the edge. My hips slam into hers one final time, burying myself all the way in as I come hard, groaning into the space between us.
We stay there for a moment, both breathing hard.
After a long minute, I ease out of her before I turn her in my holdso she’s facing me.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes have that dazed look I could live on.
I brush my thumb along her jaw. “That’s what happens when I leave you for five days and have nothing but a pair of your panties for company.”
She laughs, and I can feel it in my chest like a brand.
“Welcome home,” she whispers, reaching up to kiss me.
Thirty-Three
It’s already half an hour past when Celeste should have finished work, but tonight, I’ll wait as long as it takes.
I have plans for her.
When she finally emerges another fifteen minutes later, her eyes land on me, and she stops.
Her lips curl into that defiant little smile I’ve grown to crave. “Are you lost, Mr. Blackwood?”
I straighten, unable to stop myself from drinking her in from head to toe, then back to the eyes that strip me bare every damn time.
“This stalking thing is really getting out of hand,” she teases.
I step toward her. “It’s not stalking when you enjoy it.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head. “If you’re here to ask me to dinner again, I told you I’m not going.”
“So you’ve said.”
God knows I’ve asked her enough times. Dinner should be simple and normal, but Celeste isn’t like anyone else. She has a visceral aversion to anythingremotely resembling ordinary. The stubbornness would be infuriating if it weren’t so enticing.
So, tonight, I’ve become a bit more creative.
I move toward the passenger door and open it for her. A flashback immediately hits me of the last time she stubbornly refused to get in, and I had to toss her over my shoulder.
Judging by the flicker in her eyes, she’s remembering too.
She works her jaw as she deliberates, a sure sign she’s weighing her options.
“These heels are killing me,” she finally says.
I roll my eyes. “You’re spoiled.”
Closing the gap between us, I hoist her over my shoulder.
Laughter bubbles up in her throat, and the sound of it does dangerous things to my chest. She has the dirtiest laugh, and it’s addictive as hell.
I set her in the passenger seat and buckle her in.
“Spoiled,” I repeat before I kiss her.
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