into his shoulders, she tried to communicate her desperation.
He wedged between her thighs and hitched one of her legs high on his hip, which gave him all the access he could desire. The head of his cock probed at her entrance, and she thrust upward, forcing him deep. God, he was big. If she hadn’t been so wet, it might have hurt to take all of him.
He groaned, shuddering over her. “Fuck. Me.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered.
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Let me help you with that, then.”
He withdrew slowly, then pressed forward again. The slow drag of his flesh in hers made her choke on a moan. It felt so good. He picked up speed and force as he went, and she moved with him. She closed her eyes to savor every moment of the experience, the creak of the mattress beneath them, the beads of sweat that slipped down her skin and made their bodies glide together. She could feel climax rising like a tide inside her, waves of sheer pleasure making animalistic noises break from her throat.
“Nora, look at me.”
She did as he bid, meeting his vivid green gaze. His face was flushed with lust, the skin pulled taut over his sharp cheekbones. He drove into her over and over again, and she bit her lip to hold back a scream. So close. She was so very, very close. He ground his pelvis against her clit, which was more than enough to send her hurtling into oblivion.
“Yes, Ben,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Bliss exploded through her, and she couldn’t hold back a low cry. Her sex milked the thick length of his cock as he continued pounding into her, driving her to greater heights of ecstasy with each plunge. She undulated beneath him, loving the tingling that broke over her skin and the way the hair on his chest stimulated her nipples.
“Nora.” Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips, and his cock pulsed within her, then he shuddered with his own orgasm. “Oh God. Nora.”
He hung above her for long moments before he sank down on top of her, still gasping for breath. Her eyes drifted shut and she sighed with sweet contentment.
“Nora?” he whispered.
“Hmm?” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so relaxed. But the dissipating tension meant the exhaustion she’d been holding at bay for hours swamped her suddenly.
His lips brushed over her forehead, and his rich voice rumbled, “Sleep now, sweetheart.”
“Mmm.” She couldn’t suppress a huge yawn, and within a few minutes she was drifting into dreamless slumber.
Chapter Four
Nora woke with a man’s arms around her. The feeling was unfamiliar enough that it jolted her awake. Her eyes flared wide, she took in her surroundings, and the events of the day before rushed through her mind.
Holy Jesus. It was Ben Hudson who held her, his warm chest pressed to her back, his breath ruffling her hair. He shifted a bit, and she froze, not sure she was quite ready to face the consequences of her actions.
“I know you’re awake,” his voice rumbled in her ear.
Well, damn. She blew out a breath. “Good morning.”
“G’mornin’.” He rolled to his back, smothering a yawn.
She peeked over her shoulder, noting that he looked charmingly disheveled, while she felt like something had crawled into her mouth and died overnight. Awkward. Also, she had no clue what to say to a man she’d known—and disliked—for most of her life.
Because she’d boinked him. Yep…awkward.
“As unromantic as it is, I need to take a leak.” He patted her back, rose from the bed, grabbed his duffel, and headed for the bathroom. “Be back in a bit.”
A quiet sigh escaped her, and she was unsure if she should be relieved that he’d given her some space and time to regroup, or annoyed that he was avoiding the inevitable talk they’d need to have. And that just showed what a hot mess her mind was this morning.
On the one hand, she’d just slept with someone she really shouldn’t have. On the other hand, it had been, without a doubt, the best
He wedged between her thighs and hitched one of her legs high on his hip, which gave him all the access he could desire. The head of his cock probed at her entrance, and she thrust upward, forcing him deep. God, he was big. If she hadn’t been so wet, it might have hurt to take all of him.
He groaned, shuddering over her. “Fuck. Me.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered.
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Let me help you with that, then.”
He withdrew slowly, then pressed forward again. The slow drag of his flesh in hers made her choke on a moan. It felt so good. He picked up speed and force as he went, and she moved with him. She closed her eyes to savor every moment of the experience, the creak of the mattress beneath them, the beads of sweat that slipped down her skin and made their bodies glide together. She could feel climax rising like a tide inside her, waves of sheer pleasure making animalistic noises break from her throat.
“Nora, look at me.”
She did as he bid, meeting his vivid green gaze. His face was flushed with lust, the skin pulled taut over his sharp cheekbones. He drove into her over and over again, and she bit her lip to hold back a scream. So close. She was so very, very close. He ground his pelvis against her clit, which was more than enough to send her hurtling into oblivion.
“Yes, Ben,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Bliss exploded through her, and she couldn’t hold back a low cry. Her sex milked the thick length of his cock as he continued pounding into her, driving her to greater heights of ecstasy with each plunge. She undulated beneath him, loving the tingling that broke over her skin and the way the hair on his chest stimulated her nipples.
“Nora.” Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips, and his cock pulsed within her, then he shuddered with his own orgasm. “Oh God. Nora.”
He hung above her for long moments before he sank down on top of her, still gasping for breath. Her eyes drifted shut and she sighed with sweet contentment.
“Nora?” he whispered.
“Hmm?” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so relaxed. But the dissipating tension meant the exhaustion she’d been holding at bay for hours swamped her suddenly.
His lips brushed over her forehead, and his rich voice rumbled, “Sleep now, sweetheart.”
“Mmm.” She couldn’t suppress a huge yawn, and within a few minutes she was drifting into dreamless slumber.
Chapter Four
Nora woke with a man’s arms around her. The feeling was unfamiliar enough that it jolted her awake. Her eyes flared wide, she took in her surroundings, and the events of the day before rushed through her mind.
Holy Jesus. It was Ben Hudson who held her, his warm chest pressed to her back, his breath ruffling her hair. He shifted a bit, and she froze, not sure she was quite ready to face the consequences of her actions.
“I know you’re awake,” his voice rumbled in her ear.
Well, damn. She blew out a breath. “Good morning.”
“G’mornin’.” He rolled to his back, smothering a yawn.
She peeked over her shoulder, noting that he looked charmingly disheveled, while she felt like something had crawled into her mouth and died overnight. Awkward. Also, she had no clue what to say to a man she’d known—and disliked—for most of her life.
Because she’d boinked him. Yep…awkward.
“As unromantic as it is, I need to take a leak.” He patted her back, rose from the bed, grabbed his duffel, and headed for the bathroom. “Be back in a bit.”
A quiet sigh escaped her, and she was unsure if she should be relieved that he’d given her some space and time to regroup, or annoyed that he was avoiding the inevitable talk they’d need to have. And that just showed what a hot mess her mind was this morning.
On the one hand, she’d just slept with someone she really shouldn’t have. On the other hand, it had been, without a doubt, the best
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