Anyone But Rich (Anyone But..., #1)(70)

“I wake up early. And I just eat a lot of meat. I always hated the taste of protein shakes. And if you give me a vote, I don’t have you beat in any ways.” I didn’t plan to, but I found myself gripping her legs and hoisting her up to pin her against the wall as my voice turned into a growl. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Tell that to the fact that I always sneeze twice in a row,” she said.

I barely heard her. I was kissing her neck, and the distant thrill of knowing someone could walk in felt like it was intensifying every sensation.

“Or the fact that I snort when I cry. Or—”

I kissed her on the mouth, not to make her stop talking but because once I put my hands on her, something came over me. I’d get a million ideas of the things I wanted—needed—to do to her, and being able to do only one or two at a time felt almost maddening. It drove me into a kind of starving frenzy where my brain didn’t have room for normal thoughts anymore. All that was left were the primal, basic instincts to take and claim every inch of her.

She made the sexiest sounds when she was turned on. Her legs were wrapped around me, and the dress she’d been wearing had to have been hiked up above her hips. Knowing her panties—probably soaked—were right there but I couldn’t see them was hot. It was hotter than it should’ve been. I used my hands where my eyes would’ve normally worked. I felt in the darkness for her and found the soft skin of her inner thigh pinned against me. I felt my way upward until I hit the edge of her panties and then moved my fingers down until they found what I’d been looking for. Her hot, wet arousal.

“You love getting wet for me, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” she said.

I couldn’t help chuckling. For some reason, the more turned on Kira got, the bigger the words she used. Where I thought most people would’ve just grunted out a quick yes, Kira would say something like I definitely do. It was adorable, along with the way she couldn’t seem to stop herself from moaning when she came.

I tried to think of something else to ask her, just because I wanted to know what kind of ridiculous response she’d give. She was already panting heavily as our bodies rubbed together, seeking friction wherever we could find it.

“How bad do you want it?” I asked.

“Astonishingly bad,” she breathed.

I laughed again. I could practically see the crooked, amused glare she’d be aiming at me through the darkness. I let her down to her feet just long enough to start tugging at her clothes, which was harder to do in the dark than I expected, especially considering I couldn’t just tear them off her. We were in a closet in the middle of a crowded wedding rehearsal, after all.

After struggling to find a zipper on her dress for a few seconds, I decided to just yank her panties down. I accidentally did it a little too enthusiastically and heard the sound of fabric ripping.

“Damn it, Rich!”

“Sorry. No, wait. I forgot we’re supposed to pull out our thesauruses during sex. My sincere regrets and deepest apologies, madam.” When there was no sound for a few seconds, I grinned. “You’re glaring, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I can’t help it, you know.”

“Good. Because I like it. Now let me fuck you, because it won’t be long before someone comes looking for me.”

When I reached to find her in the dark, I could feel that she had her palms on the wall and her ass facing me. Damn. My cock was already rock-hard, and now it felt like it was going to burst from the pressure if I didn’t get it inside her soon.

I unzipped my pants and pushed them down in a rush. I took the base of my cock in my hands and her hip in the other. She was so amazingly hot and wet for me. I groaned with pleasure at the first touch of her pussy to the head of my cock. I had to take it slow with her. An inch at a time as her walls relaxed enough for me to get deeper.

She was already gasping with her hand pressed to her lips from the sound of it within seconds. I wasn’t doing much better. Despite my best efforts, I was grunting every time I slid inside her and felt the soft pressure of her warmth relaxing to let me in just a little deeper.

Kira had been a virgin, even if she still didn’t want to admit it to me. I’d been taking it slow with her, and I didn’t want to force her out of her comfort zone. I had all the time in the world, after all. So it was the first time I’d taken her from behind, and the fact that it had been her idea was turning me on way more than it had any right to. She was an amazing blend of shy, reserved, and shockingly dirty. I loved the unpredictability of it.

I took her hips in both hands and pulled her into me with each thrust. Her ass slapped against my hips in an increasingly rapid pattern. Despite the music playing outside the closet, I had a feeling her gasping moans were probably traveling farther than they should have.

I turned her around, lifted her by the backs of her thighs, and managed to slide myself back inside her warmth without a hand to guide myself. I kissed her deeply, swallowing up her moans. She gasped into my mouth again and again. I didn’t have a condom with me, but I felt myself getting close to coming.

Sex had a way of making very stupid ideas seem reasonable, and I started to seriously consider asking her if she wanted me to come inside her. I came to my senses, if only barely. We had enough problems without adding a child to the mix. For now.

I did my best to put my mind somewhere else for a few minutes to hold out as long as I could. I wanted to feel her tighten around me as she came. I pulled my mouth from hers just long enough to whisper in her ear. “You feel so fucking amazing.” I put my mouth back to hers, and it was just in time. Her body convulsed against me, and her pussy clenched around my length. I held off my own climax for as long as I could before I slid out of her and let it come.