He came higher and covered her right breast with his hand. He knew that was the most sensitive one, so he’d basically declared war on her resistance.
He kissed her neck, and she arched into his lips and the squeeze of his hand. She let him suck his way down to her breasts. He squeezed them both together and when he fanned his tongue across the swollen tip of the right one, she almost came. Gasping, she clutched the back of his head.
She wanted him. Oh god, how she wanted him again. Over and over. As much as he would give her. The greedy little monster between her legs hadn’t had nearly enough.
“Terrence, wait…”
“Hmm?” His teeth grated over the tip of her breast, and she shivered.
Focus. She pushed at his shoulders and he reluctantly released the nipple, a lazy smile crossing his lips.
Finally able to breathe easier, Charisse met his gaze. “We have to talk about this.”
“What is there to talk about?”
“You’re hurting right now. You’re not thinking straight.”
“I’m thinking straight. I told you before we came here that I wanted another chance with you.”
“Okay fine, I’m not thinking straight!” She needed to get through to him.
He smirked. “We had a good sex life, and tonight proves we still have that fire. Why you want to fight this when it feels so good?” He slid a hand between her legs and fingered her moist flesh. “Give me one good reason why I should stop kissing on you, loving on you, when we both want it.”
She stilled his hand. “I’m with someone else, Terrence. You know that.”
His features hardened in an instant and he rolled off her onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You think I want to talk about your man while I’m lying in bed with you? I bet you weren’t thinking about him a minute ago when you were tearing up my back.”
True, and that made her feel guilty. “So you think good sex is all that matters?”
“It’s not all that matters, but…” He rose up on an elbow and let his gaze sweep down her body. She moved to cover her breasts and he smacked her hand away. “Since when do you hide from me? You belong to him now, is that it?”
“I never said—”
He rolled onto her and pinned her arms on either side of her head. “You worried about that Austin nigga? You think I care?” He kneed her thighs apart and his erection pressed against her abdomen like a hot rod.
“Terrence—”
“I know what you like,” he said, head bent to her ear. “I know when you want it hard or soft. I know when you want gentle or rough. I know every mole on your body and every stretch mark you gained carrying my babies. And I know you want more of this dick.”
His warm breath brushed the sensitive lobe of her ear. She closed her eyes tight, willing her body to resist, but knowing she wouldn’t. It had been too long since she experienced this type of passion. It had been too long since she’d been with the only man who could turn her inside out with a simple look.
He was right. He knew her like no one else, and that made him irresistible.
“I don’t give a fuck about your man,” he said.
His hands were rougher this time. But rough or gentle, Terrence gave unsurpassed pleasure, every touch inflicting a riot of sensation that turned her into a wanton, moaning fraction of herself, willing to surrender all to him.
He flipped her onto her stomach and pushed her legs apart. Then his weight came down on top of her as he slid between her thighs. Charisse gripped the bedsheets, whimpering and trembling as his steely length filled her.
His body plowed into hers, his fingers sank into her hair. They fastened around a braid and he pulled back her head. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled.
Over and over his hardness plunged into the depths of her body. The small bed rocked with each deep, pounding stroke. There was anger in each thrust. Anger and a need to possess.
Charisse met his need with a need of her own. Her hips bounced up to meet his solid drives. Reaching back, she grabbed his ass and then clenched her muscles around his hard shaft.
