“My greedy girl wants to come.”
“Don’t you?”
He smacked her butt, which still stung, barely recovered from the previous swat. “Move around.”
Before she could catch a breath, he flipped her around so her back plastered against the glass. Her sweaty skin glued against it, and the remaining objects fell down to the floor.
She looked up at him. With his hair disheveled from running his fingers into it, to the shirt with the first top of his buttons open and pants down. He watched her intently, his eyes darkening and a flicker of gold gleaming around the dilated pupils. Never had she seen him this focused when screwing her. She couldn’t yank her gaze away. Maybe if he didn’t touch her, the eye contact alone would get her off.
He spread her legs, putting them up to his shoulder while he stayed upright. With his hand, he flicked her clit and she fought the urge to close her eyes and throw back her head. She didn’t want to miss any of it. He plunged into her, and she smiled, rejoicing in the warmth spreading in her.
He impaled her, each thrust deeper and stronger, matching the intensity of his gaze. His face and body slicked with sweat. She wished she could touch his chest, but the pleasure building in her core alerted her all she could manage was surviving the orgasm.
“Come. Come now,” he said, flicking her clit with his thumb while he fucked her with the highest intensity he had until now. She closed her eyes, too over-stimulated to coordinate too many functions, and found her body convulsing. A high rode her from top to bottom and for an instant she forgot about everything. She shook, and every inch of her seared with delight.
He gave her one last good thrust and soon, he groaned, spilling himself into her pussy. With a growl, he fell down on her and she inhaled. The massiveness of him should suffocate her, but it gave her a sense of comfort she had never experienced before. She adjusted her head on the crook of his neck, and kissed his skin. “Graham?”
“Yes?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she blurted out.
* * *
Graham tensed up. After the mind-blowing orgasm, his brain still adjusted to the reality around him. He kissed the top of her head, producing a gentle answer to the declaration stirring his insides.
“You don’t have to say the same. I needed to tell someone otherwise I’d burst since no one else knows about us,” she said. “You’re the most amazing man.”
He carefully slid off her, then stretched out his hand so she could sit up. He wanted to make sure he didn’t break contact so she wouldn’t think he gave her the cold shoulder immediately after she told him she loved him. Love. “You’re going to give me a big head saying all those things,” he said. Most women he dated were so guarded, so schooled into the traps of relationship drama. Kate didn’t play games and that pleased him.
He brought her to him and kissed her on the lips. “The things you do to me, Kate,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m obsessed. The world isn’t right if I’m not inside you.”
She caressed his hair. “So you’re giving us a chance and forgetting the silly idea of cutting me loose?”
He pondered. The only way to cut her loose would be to cancel her trainee program, and that would be self-serving. If he saw her he’d want to make love to her. So now the best bet would be to carry on the affair until she finished the work experience and traveled to Europe. God knew how he’d survive when she went to Europe. Maybe he could convince Jacob not to visit her in Hawaii. Shit. He wanted her so much he’d jeopardize a decade’s long friendship. Yet the sacrifice seemed like a small price to pay for the sweetness of her mouth, the velvety warmth of her body and the gentle sway of her hips. “Yes. We’ll keep seeing each other until you have to go.”
She kissed him. “You won’t regret it.”
He sighed. Not regretting a thing would make his post-Kate life a lot more difficult.