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He couldn’t sleep, not because his body wasn’t satisfied, but because he wanted to savor the feel of her in his arms and in his bed. It felt very right to have her in his own territory, protected by all the security he could command. He could imagine spending many nights with her cocooned in his penthouse, eating takeout, finding sexual innuendo in mathematics, and discovering new ways to use the decorator-selected furniture he’d never paid much attention to before. In fact, he hoped Tully and the FBI took their own sweet time finding Myron Barsky because it would give him an excuse to insist that Alice stay here with him.
And that threw him off-balance all over again. He’d never had any interest in having a woman share his penthouse. Courtney had been the one to suggest that she move in with him. His first reaction had been reluctance—and he should have listened to it.
Even with Courtney in residence, he’d felt it was just the place he came to sleep, to have sex, sometimes to eat, sometimes to work. She had treated it the same way.
It was not a home until Alice walked into it and made him want to wrap himself in her while the world went on outside these walls.
He didn’t want to go to Asia. He didn’t even want to go to the office on Monday morning. He wanted to stay here with Alice in his arms.
And that shook the very foundation of his world.
Chapter 15
Alice came awake to the feel of someone stroking down the bare skin of her back. She opened her eyes to find Derek’s face mere inches from hers, an expression of lazy arousal lighting his eyes, a shadow of overnight whiskers turning the perfection of his jawline rugged. His hand strayed lower to grip her bottom, sending a shiver of longing between her legs.
“This is a good way to wake up,” she said, brushing a kiss over the firm curves of his lips.
“I’m glad you think so. I let you sleep as late as I could before I had to touch you.”
“How late is it?” She felt the nudge of his erection against her thigh.
“Seven forty-five.” He rolled them both so he was on top of her, his chest brushing her hardening nipples, the head of his cock nestled between her thighs.
She huffed out a laugh at his idea of late. But she would rather be doing this than sleeping.
“I don’t think you should laugh at me when you’re in this position,” he said, flexing his hips so that his cock hit her clit.
Pleasure surged from that one touch to coil in her belly, making her arch under him. She was wet and ready. She reached out to grope for the condoms on the bedside table, somehow finding one and holding it up in front of his eyes. “Inside me now. Then we can have the foreplay.”
“Unexpected Alice,” he said in an odd tone before he took the condom and shifted to roll it on.
He pushed up to kneel between her legs, pulling her thighs up onto his. A curve of golden-brown hair fell onto his forehead as he looked down at her. “I’m going to do this slowly and watch myself going into you,” he said.
His words vibrated through her, making her muscles clench in anticipation.
He positioned his cock and began to push into her, tilting her hips so that he could slide in deep. As he entered her, the strained tendons of his neck indicated the power of his control. She could see the glaze of lust in his eyes grow stronger the farther inside he went. That and the feel of him stretching and filling her with such exquisite slowness made her try to rock her hips, but his grip on her thighs kept her still. “You wanted foreplay,” he rasped.
“Dumb idea,” she said on a gasp as he seated himself deeper.
His smile held a wicked challenge. “Let’s see who can last longer.”
“Oh, I’m so going to win,” she said, tightening her inner muscles around him.
He let out a long groan. “Very effective,” he rasped. “Do it again.”
She obeyed, but it began to backfire as the rhythm of grip and release wound excitement into her muscles.
“Time to fight back,” he said, hooking her ankles together at the small of his back before he leaned down to play with her nipples, the change in angle driving him even deeper into her.
“Oh yes!” She dug her heels into his back so she could arch up to add to the pressure of his cock and his fingers.
This time he definitely growled before he rolled her nipples, sending a lightning streak of desire from her breasts to her belly where he was lodged. She gasped and rocked so her clit hit the nest of hair around his cock. “I like this game,” she said on a pant.
“Time to run the table,” he said, cupping one of her breasts while he skimmed his other hand over her abs to where they were joined.
She saw the direction he was going and knew her time was running out. Using her legs for leverage, she undulated her hips while squeezing her inner muscles as hard as she could around him. The motion and pressure sent her soaring toward her climax but she fought against it, refusing to let go until he did.
He began to move in and out, his rhythm fast and hard, his hands locked under her buttocks to keep her in the position he wanted. She gave in and let him drive her up to the zenith of perfect poise, where she drifted for an instant, savoring what was to come in the crashing release of her climax. At the moment her muscles clenched on their own for the first time, he bowed backward and thrust into her while shouting her name.
