“Baby, you’re my drug!” I grip her hips tight and fuck that beautiful pussy like there’s no tomorrow—like she’s the last woman on earth and that’s it, no more. “Fuckkkk!” I roar, slamming home one last time as my balls erupt. My turn to shudder and tremble, only just holding us upright as my cum fills her.

My body gives into exhaustion.

I can’t do much more than catch my breath.

From the sound of it, she’s in the same predicament.

When my breathing returns to normal, I pull out of her.

She doesn’t move. She doesn’t even make a sound.

“You’re still with me?” I ask.

She holds herself up with her elbows. “I’m not sure.”

I chuckle.

“Let’s go upstairs for round two.”

“Wait. What?”

She turns her head to look at me.

Her eyes are so huge, they nearly take over her beautiful face.

“Round two,” I say.

“But you just came.”

“I know,” I tell her. “But now that I know how sweet it is to fuck you without anything between us, just give me a few minutes to fill up and I’ll be ready for another round.”

“Who’s using who for sex, mister?”

She laughs.

I don’t.

A strange new thud beats against my chest with enough force to make my breath catch.

“It was a joke.” Concern causes her eyelashes to flutter.

“This is more than sex for me, Arianne. You know that, don’t you?”

Silence.

I wrap my arms around her and hug her into me. “Answer me, baby.”

More silence.

“Baby?”

“Now I do.”

Chapter 43

Beckett

Knock, knock, knock.