Page 47 of Dark Secrets

Eyes never leaving his, she reached down to grip the base of his shaft and position his cock at her entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length. She felt his hands slide around to grip her ass, fingers digging in hard, but he didn’t move, didn’t lift her up and down or try to control the pace.

“I was right,” he panted.

She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, groaning at the way he felt as she moved. “Right about what?”

“You are far better than anything I could have imagined.” He squeezed her thighs. “Take what you want from me, Delaney.”

She sat up, bracing her hands against his chest, and lifted her hips until he slid almost all the way out of her and then sank slowly back down onto him again. He leaned up to capture her nipple in his mouth as she found her rhythm, fingernails digging into his chest as his lips and teeth and tongue worked over her breasts.

He ground his hips against hers with every downward thrust, and the pressure on her clit sent shock waves through her. “James,” she pleaded. “More.”

He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, swallowing her gasp with his mouth as his fingers dug into her skin. His thrusts were slow but hard and deep, and each time the friction against her clit made her shiver.

“Yes. Please.”

She couldn’t form full sentences, but he seemed to know exactly what she needed, punctuating her words with each thrust of his hips. But he let her stay on top, let her maintain control and drive his movements. She felt herself being shoved closer to the edge with each grinding thrust of his hips, each rock of her own, but this time she wanted to take him over the edge with her.

“James.” His breath was hot against her cheek. Her hands braced on either side of his head. “I want you to come with me. I’m so close.”

“Yes,” he hissed in her ear.

She matched him thrust for thrust, desperate for her own release, desperate to feel him lose control. When he drove inside her with one last hard jerk of his hips, she tipped over the edge, stars clouding her vision, and her name was a strangled gasp on his lips when he flew with her.

Delaney collapsed on top of him, panting into the crook of his neck while she floated back down to earth. His hands slid up her back to her shoulders and down again, soothing, caressing, exploring.

“Am I dead?” She felt his laugh against her cheek. “If I’m dead, I’ve never been happier.”

“Then we’re both dead.” He twisted to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

Pushing up onto her hands, she studied him. “I’m the best I’ve been in a long time. Is this going to make me staying here weird?”

He twirled one of her curls around his finger. “Why would it be weird?”

She turned her head to press a kiss to his palm, smiling when he cupped her face. “In case I want to do that again.”

“Do you? Want to do that again?”

“I think I do. A lot.”

“Then it’s definitely not weird.” He sat up, wrapping his arms around her back and holding her tight against him, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “But I need to make one thing very clear first.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she instinctively leaned away from him. So much so that he loosened his hold on her. This was the moment he laid down all his expectations, all his rules.

“Sex is not a condition of you staying here.”

She jerked in his arms. That didn’t even come close to what she thought he was going to say.

“Sex or no, you can stay here as long as you want. No rent, no cleaning. Just a safe place for you to live. Understood?”

“You mean that.”

He sighed. “Of course I do. I want you to want me in your bed, Delaney. If there’s ever a moment when you don’t, we’ll figure that out. Okay?”

She nodded and that flutter in her chest only he gave her beat a little faster. “Okay. James?”

“Yeah?” He brushed her hair off her face, tracing her jaw with his fingertips.

“Round two?”

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