Page 48 of One Killer Night
My deep, gravelly baritone rips out of me as I grip her hair harder, forcing her chin to the mattress. “You want to come so bad ... Don’t cheat, ask me nicely, killer.”
A smile lifts the corners of her lips before she licks her dry lips.
“May I come ... please.” Her voice strained and needy.
I smirk. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.”
The instant I let her go, I pound into her, fucking her so hard her body jostles against the bed. Goldie’s mouth falls open as shuddered cries escape. But I hold her prisoner, in place, barely able to catch my own breath as everything inside begins tightening.
All the mangled, garbled words fall from our mouths like rain from the sky, pooling around us like a symphony of sex as we climb higher and higher. Bodies contracted. Eyes squeezed shut. One of her fists is balled in the sheets, the other hand rubbing herself in all the right places.
“Noah!” she screams long and hard into the bed, convulsing. Coming.
My thick cock draws out, dredging my cum from the softness of her cunt before hammering it back inside. She’s cresting over her bliss as my fingers dig into her hip.
The sound of my voice spills over her, gutted and full of the edge she’s come to crave. “Oh fuck. Baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck ...”
I still, jaw tense, stomach hollow before filling her with my lust. My body gives growing slack, more and more, until I’m folded over hers and we’re both a puddle of entangled, sated bliss.
“Stay the night,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
She nods, her voice barely working. “’Kay.”
The warmth of Goldie’s bare back melts into me as we spoon, my discarded blanket still caught between our legs.
“Let’s never leave this bed,” I say between peppering kisses to her salty skin.
I can hear the smile riding on the hum of her laugh before she wiggles, scooching around to look at me. Her elbow rests on my shoulder as she weaves her fingers through my messy hair.
“Actually, I was just thinking you should come over for dinner.”
I scowl. “I thought we were staying here.”
“I don’t mean tonight.”
“You should be dinner,” I whisper before kissing her neck. “And dessert.”
She squirms when I get to a ticklish spot, so I hold her close. But she pulls my face to hers using my hair.
“How about next Wednesday?” She’s being persistent.
My fingertips run down the curves of her naked body, knowing exactly where this conversation is heading, so I take a detour.
“Wait. A. Minute,” I say dramatically. “We’re not eating for a week? You’re just gonna stay here and let me fuck us to death? I like it.”
She chuckles before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Will you be serious? I really want you to come over for New Year’s Eve.”
I groan, my palm engulfing her hip as I push her away, extricating myself to sit with my back to her.
“Killer, I don’t know ... We talked about this. Chase expects me to come to the restaurant. I’m sure your parents just want to see you, since they flew all the way in for Christmas.”
When I look over my shoulder, Goldie is sitting back on her haunches, pulling my T-shirt over her pert breasts.
“Noah,” she says so sweetly it makes me mad at myself. “My parents are dying to meet you.That’swhy they flew all the way in. I talk about you all the time. Why don’t you want to? Do you feel like we’re moving too fast? Are you wanting to slow down?”
God, no.
“No, Goldie—” I start, but she touches my shoulder, cutting me off, before I feel her chin rest on it.
