He met me then, in the gray that was us, the mixture of light and dark.
Anson’s restraint snapped, and he gripped my hips so hard I’d carry marks tomorrow. Marks Icraved. I met him thrust for thrust, taking him deeper than I thought possible.
My thighs burned, and my muscles quaked as I reached for more. Anson groaned as he arched into me, hitting the spot that had light dancing across my vision. My inner walls tightened, beckoning him.
“Rhodes.” His hold on me seized. “Eyes on me. I need it.”
So, I gave it to him. Forcing my eyes open, I locked them on Anson. I watched everything play across his face as my hips shifted. I didn’t lose him as everything in me shattered. As I spasmed around him, taking all he had to give.
Anson came on a shout, pounding into me as I met him in every moment, every shadow. And as I collapsed onto his chest, I knew that all I would ever want was the murky gray in this twilight of us, where the sparks of feeling shone brighter than the sun on a summer day.
36
ANSON
The faint beepingof an alarm sounded. Faint because I was pinned to the mattress by a tiny yet surprisingly strong starfish.
Rho groaned. “Make it stop.”
I chuckled as she burrowed her face deeper into my neck. “What’s your name?”
“‘I’m gonna kick your ass if you ask me one more time’ is my name.”
I grinned into her hair. It smelled sweet, something floral, which shouldn’t have surprised me, given Rho’s love of plants. I’d also learned that she loved her sleep. She’d been like a snarling kitten every time I woke her during the night for her concussion protocol.
Struggling to extricate my arm from beneath her, I reached for my phone and shut off the alarm.
“Better,” she grumbled.
I stroked my hand up and down her spine. “How do you feel?”
Rho made a humming noise against my neck. “Good.”
Her voice was like liquid heatspilling over me.
“Reckless…”
“My head hurts a little.” She levered up so she could look into my eyes. “But the rest of me feels great.”
Rho shifted so she was straddling me, my body coming awake beneath her. My hands ran up her thighs beneath the oversized T-shirt she wore—that damn airbrushed kitten shirt from the vet’s office. But even the ridiculous top couldn’t dull my need for Rho. I was insatiable.
The need clawed at me from the inside out, and I knew it would never stop. The flicker of an alarm bell lit in my brain, but I shoved it back. As my fingers slid higher, Rho’s back arched. But as it did, she caught sight of something and froze.
“It’s seven a.m.?” she shrieked. And then she was off me in a flash. “I’m going to be late.”
My dick throbbed in an angry beat. “You can’t work today.”
“Of course, I can.” Rho was already grabbing clothes from drawers as Biscuit lifted his head from his bed. She slid on a pair of pink panties with daisies on them, giving me a shot of her delectable ass that only made my dick angrier.
“You have a concussion. You need to rest,” I argued, sitting up.
“Amildconcussion. I won’t do any lifting. I’ll just sit behind the counter. But I’m supposed to open in thirty minutes.”
I pushed to my feet, grabbing the clothes I’d discarded last night. “Call your boss. I’m sure he’ll cover for you.”
Rho pulled on some sort of bra thing with a million straps crisscrossing her tanned back. The view had me imagining different kinds of straps tying her down while I—shit. I needed to get a hold of myself.
“I don’t like missing work,” Rho muttered as she stepped into shorts.
