“A little,” I admit. My fingers graze his chest, dragging down his stomach. He hisses out a breath when my fingers graze the base of his cock. “You think you won’t be so quick off the mark when you get inside me?”
“At least I’ll come in that fucking perfect pussy of yours.”
He grabs a pillow and positions it under my hips. I swear he’s chanting under his breath about not coming.
When he has me positioned how he wants me, he guides his cock to my entrance and slowly eases inside. “Fuck,” he groans, pushing all the way in. “You were fucking made for me.”
He stays like that, not moving and holding my hips so that I can’t either.
“Fisher,” I plead, grabbing onto his arms. “I need you to move.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says through gritted teeth. “I need…” He barely moves and he’s coming. In another guy, it might be a total turn off, but knowing that Fisher wants me so bad that he can’t stop himself from coming is fucking hot. “Oh, fuck,” he curses. “I’m sorry. I?—”
I grab his chin and his eyes trail up from our joined bodies to meet my gaze. “Don’t apologize. It’s such a turn on to know that I can unravel you like that.”
Already he’s hardening again inside me.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He pulls all the way out and his eyes fixate on my pussy. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses. “It’s so fucking hot seeing you so full of me.”
He scoops up the cum that leaks out and shoves it back in with two fingers. My pussy clenches around his digits, desperate to be filled.
With his other hand, he strokes his already fully hard cock.
“Please,” I beg, and he happily obliges.
As he sinks inside me again, his mouth finds mine. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me.
“I’m not going to break,” I tell him. “Give me more.”
A gasp flies out of me when he sits up, taking me with him. Holding my hips, he bounces me up and down on his cock. My nails dig into his shoulders, scratching his skin. If it hurts, he doesn’t show it.
“I love you,” I tell him.
His eyes close in reverence. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that again and I’d resigned myself to the fact that I never would.” Gripping my chin so he can angle my head back, his lips pepper kisses along my neck. “I love you, too. So fucking much.”
We fall apart together this time. My body is limp with exhaustion, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Fisher slips off the bed, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. He cleans me up between my legs and tosses the cloth in the sink.
He moves me so my head is on a pillow and then joins me, wrapping his body around mine. His lips press a tender kiss to the back of my shoulder.
When I close my eyes and drift off to sleep it’s with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER 42
FISHER
“You got laid last night.”
My hand freezes before I can grab the spoon to add some fruit to a bowl. I promised Ebba I’d come down to the lobby and grab us some breakfast from the buffet and bring it back to the room. I wasn’t expecting to run into Noah while I did it.
“I…”
I can’t even lie because I immediately grin.
He shakes his head. “It’s about damn time.”
“Hey,” I snap. “She’s needed time.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she made you work for it, but we all betted on it, and I lost three weeks ago. I think Whimsy might be the winner.” He wrinkles his nose. “I hope it’s not Elias. He’s a sore winner.”