I pushed off the bed and undid the button of my jeans. Her eyes widened when my cock sprang free.
“Holy shit.”
Her hushed voice sounded like a prayer, and it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. I wrapped my palm around my dick and gave it a rough tug. Her blue eyes locked on the tip, and as badly as I wanted those red lips wrapped around it, I wanted to be inside her more.
I pulled out my wallet and found a condom. I tore it open with my teeth, thanking God that it was intact. She watched my every movement as I rolled it on, and part of me wanted to tell her she could help. Instead, I reveled in the heat blazing from her eyes that was evenly matched by her body.
“You ready?”
With a nod, she whispered, “Hurry.”
Thank God.
Once the condom was secure, I lowered myself over her, loving the feel of her soft curves under me. Nothing like those stick figures dressed in solid black that filled the clubs in New York. She gripped my shoulders, and her hips bucked against my dick like they were trying to force it inside.
My jaw clenched, and my control felt like it was about to snap as I notched the head against her opening. “No going back from this, Blue.”
“I don’t want to go back. I want this.”
As soon as the last syllable left her mouth, I plunged inside.
My brain went completely blank. The feel of her tight, wet heat robbed me of every memory of sex before and replaced it withher. Her body clamped down on mine before releasing and letting me slide in to the hilt.
She was no virgin, but she might as well be one. A growl rumbled from my throat at the possessive instincts she spawned in me.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”
I didn’t know what kind of piece of shit was fucking her before, but she wouldn’t remember him come morning. Neither of us would remember what it was like to be with anyone else, if I fucked her the way I planned.
I pulled back and pushed forward, and her hips rose to meet me as I thrust inside. Over and over, I pushed into her until she thrashed and screamed. It took everything I had not to stop. Not to lose my rhythm. I kept fucking her as her inner muscles clamped down, and she came so hard that I almost did too.
“Oh my God!”
She went limp, and I finally let myself go. My release was ripped straight from my balls, and with my cock still pumping inside her, I stared down at her.
What the fuck just happened? What kind of spell did this girl weave over me?
And more importantly ...Who is she?
I had to know.
Because if someone told me she was planted in that bar tonight to entrap me into doing whatever I could to have another taste of her, I’d believe him.
I’d had plenty of good sex. Great sex. But Jesus fucking Christ, nothing like this. Everything else paled in comparison.
Her body was limp when I pulled out, and I couldn’t help but smile. Made a man feel fucking good when the orgasm he gave a girl knocked her out.
My body and brain, both worn down from the past few days of running the gauntlet, wanted one thing before I could have her again—sleep.
I took care of the condom before tucking her under the covers and curling my body around her.
She wasn’t leaving tomorrow until I knew her name and how soon I was going to see her again.
Maybe I was crazy, but this felt a whole fucking lot like fate.
I reached for her twice in the night, expecting the sex to be nothing like the first time, but I was wrong.
It was even better.