Page 120 of Hell Hath No Fury
“You okay?” he asked, all male arrogance.
I couldn’t even say shit about it because he’d made me come harder than anything or anyone in my entire life.
“Mmmhmmm.” I barely had the energy to move.
He placed a smiling close-mouthed kiss on my mouth and climbed to the side of me, pulling me into him, big spooning my little spoon.
He peppered my back with kisses and ran his knuckles over the still painful tips of my breasts. Softly, he dusted the sideof my neck with his stubble. He ran his hand down to my wet center, softly rubbing me.
The man was seducing me all over again. I was in big trouble.
He bit the lobe of my ear and pinched my nipple hard. “Can I fuck you, Anna Bell?” he asked softly into my ear and groaned.
“Please,” I breathed back.
I didn’t see the wrapper but I heard him slide the condom on and then he was right back up against my back, whispering, his hands and mouth all over my body again, before lifting my leg and sliding his, from what I could tell, very large and very hard cock back and forth along my wetness.
“Damn, baby. You feel so good,” he said softly into my ear before sinking just the tip into me. “And tight. So tight,” he ground out.
I worked rocking back into him while he worked pushing forward until he was fully seated inside of me. I felt full to the brim and it was glorious.
He paused there breathing deeply. “You’re so gorgeous. You’re perfect.”
And then the man did the exact opposite of fucking me.
He made love to me slow and long. He touched me in places no one had ever touched me. He stroked me in ways no one ever dared. And he did it like we’d made love our entire lives.
And all I could do was reciprocate by stroking and touching him. And before we knew it, we were both on the precipice. Groaning and reaching and pushing and pulling each other like we’d been doing this dance together our whole lives instead of it being the very first time.
I came first, my head flying back, his teeth at my neck, his hand on my nub, and his cock buried deep. My skin was slicked with sweat. His body was branding me from behind with its heat.
And I took him right there with me. He fell right over, too.
“Jesus, Bell,” he groaned and I wrapped myself deeper in him, feeling beyond safe and something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Leaning down, he pulled the sheets up over us and pulled me closer still before wrapping his arms and legs around me like he was never letting me go.
And the thought of him never letting me go made me question when he planned to do that exactly—let me go. Because we didn’t know each other. This was clearly a one-night stand. Proven by the fact that I just learned his name.
My anxiety flew up a notch and my brain ran wild. What if he wanted to leave now but I was all settled back into him like he was my boyfriend now or something? Was I making this awkward?
I should tell him he can leave.
I should get up and take a shower and then maybe he will just go.
I should have done a lot of things but instead I just laid there because I was so comfy and the truth was that I didn’t want him to go. I wanted him to stay and that scared me, too.
My thoughts must have been pretty damn loud
“Go to sleep, Anna Bell. We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said firmly into my neck.
So that was exactly what I did. I took my tired behind to bed. I’d worry about it tomorrow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I rolled over in bed and the spot beside me was still warm and I could smell coffee. I was guessing that Emory was still here. Either that or Jax had learned to make coffee.
Speaking of Jax, he hadn’t woken me up at the ass crack of dawn which meant that he’d probably woken Emory up.
