Page 182 of Not Over You

Our ragged breathing and the sound of skin against skin fills the air. The electric energy in my cock pulses and crackles up my spine. The ferocity inside of me steals my breath. And my sanity. I could go like this, drive us right into a screaming orgasm, but I want more.

I want all of her.

Gliding my thumb through her slick heat, I find her tight bud. She shudders, moans my name as I press in up to my first joint.

“Ohhh, god. I forgot.”

“You’ll remember soon, baby.”

She melts down onto the bed, but I won’t let her. Circling her waist with my arm, I pull her up as I slip free of her pussy. “Trying to run away from me?”

She growls, “I’m not the one who runs.”

Well, the little she-devil. Giving her a little smack on her ass cheek, I drop my voice low. “Low blow, but I’ll own it.”

I glide my glistening, thick head against her. “I’m not running now. I’m falling.” When I lean over her back and scrape my teeth over her ear, she’s panting, her pulse is pounding in the veins on the side of her neck. “Are you ready to fall too, Rachel?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Please take me with you.”

Pushing against her tight rear entrance, makes my eyes slam closed. When the ridge of my head breaches that sweet as fuck tight circle, she gasps.

“Hunter—”

“That’s it. Son of a bitch, that’s tight and so damned perfect.”

Twisting the sheet, she purrs and licks across her lips. “So much bigger than I remember.” That breathy, sexy sound of her voice tightens my balls like a fist cinched around them. When I can breathe again, I start to move.

“For you, honey. Now take a deep breath, relax, and let me take us off the cliff together.”

I like heights. I just never knew what it would be like to fall so fast, so hard. I have to say that it feels damned good.

Daylight hurts like hell. I step onto the front porch and shield my eyes. I tilt up the to-go mug and pray my brain snaps to attention when the strong brew hits my veins.

New job. No sleep. Bad idea.

Staying up with Rachel all night... damn good idea.

And every agonizing brain stabbing blink at the sunlight is worth it.

Part of me always wondered if we’d ignite again if we ever got within ten feet of each other.

Guess I know the answer to that now.

I grin as I picture her contented smile when I tucked her in.

Her sexy, sleepy smile was adorable.

She’ll probably snooze the day away until it’s time for her realtor to pick her up to do another walk through of the house.

Which reminds me… my house search continues. And I don’t have the luxury of time. People are counting on me.

I dial my phone as I start the truck. Marcus answers with a mumbled hello. “Hey, bud. How’s your morning going?”

He’s chewing as he answers, “Good. Breakfast, leaving soon for school.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I remind him.

He laughs. “I knew you’d say that. What are you doing?”

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