Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [55]
But then his own tension began to build, from watching her come—twice—from having his cock buried in her hot warmth for so long, from the imagined eyes out the window, from the stars overhead, from everything he’d shared with her.
He pumped into her furiously, his body taking over. He knew nothing but the force of wanting to pummel her hard, drive into her as deeply as possible. She still arched toward him, that sweet offering, and he took it, never slowing his strokes, never easing up, thinking only of how much he wanted to make her feel him, feel his cock, feel his desire. Her cries increased his excitement, as did the sight of her body before him through the naughty transparent black and the reflection of her breasts in the window.
“I’m gonna come, honey!” he yelled.
“Oh yes,” she purred, and the very sound of her voice pushed him over that steep edge into the abyss of pure, pulsating pleasure. It swallowed him, and nothing existed but the heaven she delivered—and he closed his eyes, seeing a whole new sky of twinkling stars.
He slowly started to collapse afterward, so he slid his arms back around her to ease her to the floor with him. And as he turned her to look into her eyes, he knew a second’s worth of fear—because sex like that, he figured, could be just the thing to make Laura revert, feel that awful regret she’d suffered back in the beginning. Yet to his relief, her eyes were filled with nothing but joy. “Still with me?” he asked.
Her grin said she knew exactly what he meant. “All the way, flyboy.”
He smiled in return, too exhausted to do or say more.
“And just so you know,” she said, her voice soft as the night, “that was the most exhilarating sex I’ve ever had.”
Me, too.
But besides being too tired to get the words out, that was simply something she didn’t need to know. It would be giving too much away—from a man who seldom gave anything other than his body and a little charm when it came to women. “I’m glad, snowflake.”
“And I came twice again.” She sounded girlish and delighted.
“Get used to it.”
“What were you doing at the end there, right before I came the second time? Whatever it was . . .” she trailed off, voice as breathy as during sex. “It was fabulous.”
“I was rubbing my thumb on your ass.”
It took her a moment to make sense of that, at which point she raised her eyebrows. “You mean on my, um . . .”
He cast a tired grin. “It’s called an anus, honey.”
“Really? You were rubbing me there?” She sounded sincerely shocked.
He gave a short nod, not surprised to learn she’d never experimented with that particular area. “We’ll file that with spankings,” he told her, “under ‘things to examine later.’ ”
Chapter Ten
Riley Wainscott’s story continued to fly with ease, just as Laura had told Braden last night. Riley’s romance was zipping along quite speedily, too. As Laura herself had just learned, having sex early in a relationship really seemed to up the zip factor.
Not that she was having a relationship with Braden. She wasn’t—she knew that. No matter how intense their sex had been last night, no matter how close to him she’d felt. A new closeness. But that still made this nothing more than an affair. And heck, if all affairs were like this, she was beginning to understand why people had them, even if they went nowhere.
Of course, she wasn’t sure Riley was really having a relationship, either. She and Sloane Bennett mainly talked about the case, the clues, what it all might mean—and then they had sex. Usually in the secret garden. They never planned it—it just happened. Something about that garden was intoxicating to them, turning them both passionate and uninhibited—kind of like Braden Stone had turned Laura last night. She couldn’t believe some of the things she’d said. That the idea of strangers watching them turned her on? Yikes. And yet, in that moment, it had been the truth.
She lifted her gaze from the white computer screen to the