She blinked her eyes open, looking desperate and confused. “All I know” – she breathed hard, searching for words – “is that you’re the only one I want.”

“For today?” I asked gently, placing my elbows on either side of her head and grazing my lips over hers, before whispering, “Or can I at least get a week out of you?”

She opened her mouth, trying to catch my lips for a kiss, but I pulled back just far enough to tease her.

Anger flashed in her eyes, and I smiled, loving that she liked getting kissed by me.

“What’s your track record, Easton?” I looked down into her eyes, keeping my voice calm. “How many boyfriends have you had? How long did they last? How long before you’re ready to jump into a new bed?”

Her eyebrows shot up, and she pushed at my chest. “Get off me,” she gritted out.

But I continued my smooth, even rhythm as pleasure started to course through my groin. “How long?” I taunted.

“What about you?” she snapped, pushing at my chest. “You can’t tell me you don’t have another woman somewhere.”

“Oh, I do,” I replied, keeping my voice light. “Several, actually. One on every continent.”

“Go to hell.” She slammed her palm into my chest. “And get off me!”

But I grabbed her hands and pinned them up above her head.

“There’s one in France and another in London. And they have beautiful women in Buenos Aires.”

She pinched her lips and pushed against my chest. “Ugh!”

I rolled my hips as I continued to move in and out of her while I tried not to laugh. “But you know why I want the hot little teacher in New Orleans?” I taunted, looking down into her eyes. “Because she fucking gives me what I want better than anyone else.”

The two small wrinkles between her eyes deepened, and her jaw hardened as she tried very hard to look angry when she wasn’t.

“You’ve got a hell of a body, Easton,” I breathed out over her lips. “You’ve also got a sharp tongue, and your temper is a hell of a lot of fun. It’s not just about sex.”

I dipped down, kissing her neck as I released her hands and grabbed the armrest to anchor myself. I began moving faster again, her small whimpers in my ear growing more desperate as her body took control.

I grunted, feeling the pleasure course down my cock.

God, I needed to come.

She squeezed her eyes shut. I could tell she was about to come again, too.

“So you wanna have fun with me for a while?” I asked.

“Yes,” she gasped, pleading. “Yes.”

I arched up, peering down at her closed eyes and her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Please, what?” I thrust into her harder, seeing her come apart.

God, she was beautiful. For one second she was stripped down, bare, and gorgeous, without any of her armor – and it made me feel like she would die without the one thing I could give her. But I also hated that those moments came so rarely, because I lived for them now.

“Please kiss me,” she begged.

I covered her mouth with mine as I went at her with everything I had.

“Yes!” she cried, then pulled away to shout, “Fuck! Harder!”

I gripped her thigh and gave her everything I had, completely lost in her moans and cries, smell and taste. Her sounds got higher and her skin was drenched.

“Fuck,” I gasped out, closing my eyes, letting the moment overtake me.

“Ah!” she cried out, then stilled, holding on for the ride.

I thrust into her again, my body jerking as I finally spilled inside of her.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, sliding out of her before slowly lowering my body back down on hers and kissing her collarbone.

My back started to cool, and my body buzzed with exhaustion.

I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. She was stunning.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked, breathless.

Her hands came up, threading through my hair and grazing down my neck. She trailed sweet kisses across my cheek and then wrapped her arms around my neck, damp with sweat, and held me in place.

But when I tried to arch up to look down at her, she tightened her hold, not releasing me.

“I can’t look at you and say this,” she said quietly, her soft voice sounding sad.

I stilled and averted my gaze, ignoring the apprehension building in my chest.

“My track record isn’t good,” she started. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never wanted anyone again and again,” she admitted. “But when I think about you, I get excited.”

I stayed, listening, even though a smile started to spread my lips.

“You feed on me like food,” she went on, “and it makes me happy, because you exhaust me to where I can’t think.” She placed a light kiss on my neck, sliding her hands down my back. “You like that I’m difficult, and God, I love your body, Tyler. I definitely want more.”

She started breathing hard again, and I felt the hair on my arms stand up when she ran her feet up the backs of my legs and began sucking on my neck and kissing my ear.

My eyes closed. “Don’t,” I groaned. “I think my dick is dead.”

I felt her shake with laughter beneath me.

“Let’s go get in the shower,” she whispered. “We’ll see if your dick likes my mouth as much as my pussy.”

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