I came deep inside her, pulsing thick and hot into the condom. My right arm locked around her back like I could keep her there forever.
Her heart hammered against my ribs, little aftershocks fluttering through her. My breathing tore out ragged and my left shoulder screamed, but I didn’t move. I held her tighter, sliding a hand up her spine as I throbbed inside her.
My fingers tangled in the damp hair at the nape of her neck. I didn't know how long we lay there, silent, just listening to the low hum of the air conditioner.
The clock on the nightstand glowed yellow in the dark. I didn’t need to read the numbers. I already knew it wasn’t enough. It could’ve been five minutes or five days, and I still would’ve wanted more.
I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
fourteen
. . .
SIENNA
I woke with my cheek resting against Brock’s chest. His skin still carried the hazy warmth of sleep, and his heartbeat thumped slow and steady beneath my ear. His arm had curled around me during the night, anchoring me close.
For a few seconds, I lay there breathing him in, wrapped in the musky scent of last night.
Then I remembered my flight.
I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, its yellow numbers slicing through the darkness. Seven hours. That’s all I had left.
My stomach dropped. I needed to pack. I needed to find the right words to say goodbye, after the way he’d touched me, the things I’d said to him. But I couldn’t move. I pressed my face harder into his chest, desperate to hold onto this moment for just a little longer.
He stirred and pulled me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck. A low, rough sound rumbled in his throat, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Mornin’,” he said, his voice gravelly from sleep.
His lips brushed over a sensitive spot below my ear, warm and slow. Every inch of his naked body pressed against mine, his cock growing thick and heavy against my thigh.
“I was trying not to wake you,” I said.
“Don’t give a damn.” He caught the hem of my tank top and gave it a tug. “Take this off. I wanna feel your skin on mine.”
I sat up just enough to bring it over my head and let it fall to the floor. His blue eyes traced down my body, lingering on every inch.
Yesterday's clean-shaven jaw had given way to dark stubble, the rough scrape of it catching the first rays of light. I drank him in: hair messy, sheets tangled around his hips, that sleepy, unguarded look on his face. Nothing like the polished rider from the arena.
His hand drifted across my bare stomach, the heat of his palm sinking into my skin, brushing slow, gentle circles.
“Wakin’ up with you like this?” he murmured. “Best thing that’s happened to me in years.”
I let out a shaky breath. He was rock-hard, burning and heavy against my thigh. His rough hand slid up and cupped my breast, and his thumb rubbed my nipple until it pebbled tight.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He twitched in my grip.
“Fuck, Sienna. Keep doing that.”
He kissed me deep, tongue sliding warm and slow against mine. His hand dipped between my legs. Two fingers pressed against my pussy, and when he felt how wet I was, a low groan vibrated from his chest straight into my mouth.
I didn’t answer with words. I just rocked against his hand and moaned when he pushed a finger inside me, curling it just right. I kept stroking him, pulling broken sounds from deep in his throat.
“How’s your shoulder?” I asked, voice shaky.
“Better than ever, ’specially when you’re this soft and wet against me.”
His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.