Page 367 of One More Kiss
And cares? I have none.
Other than getting her off and making her fly higher than she ever has before.
“Silas. Harder. I need it harder.”
My hand plants into her spine and I’m flipping her over so she’s on her back and I’m above her. She wants it harder, and I intend to deliver. Taking her hands in mine, I pin them above her head and then I unleash myself in her. Without restraint. Wild and unbridled. Skin slaps against skin. Loud and lewd in the otherwise quiet of my house.
And she’s loving it.
Her tits bounce everywhere. Her lips are parted with moans and cries and pleas escaping. Her clit a home base for my fingers while my dick searches for her G-spot as if it has its own zip code. And when I find it? When I start to hit her just right?
Fireworks. Explosions.
Her pussy clenches my cock like a fist before a fight. And as she starts to come all over me—coating me in wet pleasure that has me bellowing out like a man on the edge, shooting my load straight inside her without the intelligence of a buffer—I no longer think about right or wrong. Forbidden or not.
Delaney Banks is my ultimate desire and the notion that this is over after tonight fills me with a depression so deep there is no bottom.
I collapse on top of her, panting for my life in thick gasps. I lick the sweaty crevice of her shoulder, my cock already pleading for round two, though I know it will need at least five minutes before we can rise to the challenge. Is it strange that I’m imagining watching my cum drip out of her? Seeing what marking her looks like from within?
I want to touch it. Shove my fingers in her heat so I can push it all back inside. Have it coat her walls and live within her for just a moment longer.
I’m deranged. Sick with the knowledge that our time is so limited.
If it were endless, I’d do all the things to her. Fill her every hole. Test her every limit. Watch her boundless pleasure.
But I don’t and it sucks and though I will never regret this night, I hate that time doesn’t stand still when we truly need it to. My son is growing so fast. The interns are looking younger and younger. And Delaney Banks will leave me the second my clock strikes midnight.
“How do I make you stay?”
Her eyes flash open, finding mine in the darkness of my bedroom. I gave up on fucks to give the moment she dropped to her knees in front of me. Now I have no filter. What good is holding back when we both know how it all ends?
Her hand cups my face and I fall… I was likely already there when she was Liam’s girl, but still being inside her when she’s staring into my eyes and touching my face? Gone. Hopeless.
“You used to watch me. Didn’t you?”
I grin, my forehead meeting hers. “All the time. You saw?”
“I saw.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“Neither am I.”
“I hated him when he hurt you. I yelled at him for a solid hour. He didn’t know what to make of it. He didn’t get that I was so crazy about you.”
A gulp. “You were?”
A kiss. Then another. And another. “I was.” I am.
“I had a crush on you too. I shouldn’t have. I knew that. I tried to pretend I didn’t and that any time I spent with you was just me being friendly with my boyfriend’s brother. But in my heart, I knew better. I couldn’t stand it when you ignored me. I couldn’t stand not talking to you. And whenever we went out and women hit on you, inside, I went a little crazy with that.”
Fuck. Just… fuck.
“I… Liam. He’s my brother.” He’d go fucking insane. “I can’t… we…”
“I know. That’s not what I’m saying. I know we can’t go beyond tonight.”
She does, but hell if it doesn’t hurt. Why did Liam have to meet her first? Why wasn’t it me? Would it have been different? Having Knox isn’t easy for most women. I’ve dated some since my divorce and having a child with moderate autism hits hard. He comes with issues. Love. So much fucking love. But issues.
