Page 61 of Sleeping with Her Enemy (49th Floor 2)

“No,” he said. “You don’t.” But happily, he didn’t seem inclined to press the matter because he pulled almost all the way out of her. Even though logically, she knew he was going to come back, the loss prompted her to cry out and wrap her arms and legs around him, as if she could prevent him from fleeing. It should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t.

He thrust into her again, increasing the pressure with his palm, and she gasped.

Again, but this time he replaced the meat of his palm with his thumb and two fingers and rolled her clit between them. He thrust again, a little harder this time. And again, harder. She wanted to scream, from both the gutting pleasure and the extreme frustration of feeling like she kept rushing toward a cliff, but never reached the edge.

“Is this too hard?” he rasped.

She shook her head vigorously, unable to form the words but needing him to know that he shouldn’t stop. He should never stop.

Another thrust, punctuated by the slap of his balls against her. “You like it like this?” He sounded like he was taunting her.

“Yes,” she gasped. He was taunting her, hammering into her, never letting up for one moment on the relentless rhythm of both his hips and his fingers. “Just like this.”

“Like what?” He stopped then. The bastard stopped, and she cried out her displeasure, pulling knees up to her sides and trying to arch her hips up to get him going again. “Tell me how you like it.”

“Hard,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. There. There was one of those wicked grins. He was pleased with her answer. “I like it hard,” she said again.

“God,” he groaned. And with a mighty push he was back inside her, and his hand was moving over her clit again.

It was all it took. She was finally at the edge of that cliff, and she couldn’t have stopped if she tried. She screamed, feeling like every muscle in her body was spasming as a tidal wave of pleasure battered her.

“Fuck!” Dax shouted, as his hips started to jerk, but this time in a wild, irregular rhythm.

“Yeah.” Amy smiled as his body went limp. She ran her hands over his sweat-slicked back, unable to hold back a giggle. “We totally did.”

…

“I’ll finish up in here,” Kat said after Dax had placed the last washed dish in the drainer to await drying.

“You had a baby two weeks ago. Shouldn’t we still be waiting on you?”

“Nah,” Kat said, her eyes dancing. “Turns out I’m a natural at this motherhood thing. Who’da thunk it?”

It was true. Dax pretty much thought his sister could do anything, but she really had taken to being Gloria’s mom like it was meant to be.

“Go back in there and make sure our mother isn’t terrorizing your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Kat tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “I dunno. You guys went canoeing today. Then you brought her to Sunday dinner.” She grinned. “The only thing missing is fornication.”

Dax schooled his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression. God, if only she knew. “Fornication? Have you been reading the Old Testament along with all those baby books? Anyway, you’re the one who invited her tonight.”

Kat stuck her tongue out at him and tried to slap him with her dish towel.

“I’m going!” he said.

“Looks like a duck, walks like a duck,” she called after him in a singsong voice.

Ignoring her, he rounded the corner from the kitchen and paused at the threshold to the dining room, where Amy and his mother were bent over the stack of house sale ads Kat had printed out. Kat and Amy had combed through them before dinner and made a short list of places to go see, and it appeared his mother was now opining on them. No one had sensed his arrival, so he watched for a moment. To think, a few short hours ago, Amy had come apart in his arms. Or had it been him coming apart in hers? He hadn’t meant to lose his cool like that. It was a little unsettling, truth be told. All those years he imagined what it would be like to be with Amy. He’d had no idea.

“Dax!” She’d spotted him, gracing him with one of her huge, guileless smiles. He shifted a little, praying his parents wouldn’t notice the…effect she had on him.

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