Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(44)

Oh, I just can’t refuse this man. ‘Only because I love you.’

His pout transforms into a killer smile, and I pool on the couch. ‘Say it again.’

‘What? That I’ll come?’ I frown.

‘Oh, you’ll come all right. No, tell me you love me again.’

‘I do.’ I shrug. ‘I love you.’

He grins. ‘I know you do. I love hearing you say it.’ He raises his glorious body slowly and puts his hand out to me. I take it, falling into his chest when he tugs a little. ‘If you had kept running, we would be at home by now and I would be lost inside you.’

I mentally kick my running loser arse all over the coffee house. I should have kept going. It’s a fifteen minute taxi ride to Lusso and I’m gagging for an encore to my morning workout. He drops a long lingering kiss on my lips and then proceeds to toss me onto his shoulder and stride out to the street.

I catch a glimpse of the young girl who served Jesse, looking longingly at me being carted out over the shoulder of my Adonis. I smile to myself. This is what every woman wants, and I have it. No one is taking him away from me, so if I have to go to the stupid anniversary party just to fight off the pack of lions waiting to sink their claws into him, then I will. I’ll trample.

I’m tossed in a taxi and subjected to a torturous journey home. I can see the obvious solid, iron length under Jesse’s shorts, and I’m fidgeting to try and dispel the buzzing hijacking me between my thighs.



‘Morning, Clive.’ Jesse says urgently as he pulls me along behind him.

It’s a good job I have trainers on; he may as well be sprinting. He doesn’t slow up when Clive calls his hello. He bundles me into the elevator, smashes his code into the keypad and pins me against the mirrored wall, attacking my mouth hungrily.

‘I might have to f*ck you before my run in future.’ he growls into my mouth. His primal tone has me falling to pieces under his hard body. My hands are fisted in his hair and pressing his mouth closer to mine, our tongues urgently battling in our mouths. This is going to be a shock and awe moment. We are way past sleepy sex territory and if those elevator doors don’t open soon, it might be right here in the lift.

The doors slide open, as if hearing my thoughts, and I’m walked out into the penthouse foyer backwards, our mouths remaining fused and our tongues relentlessly dueling. I don’t know how he manages it, but he gets the door open without breaking our contact and I’m having my sweaty running kit ripped from my body before the door is closed. He wants in quick which is absolutely fine by me. That was the longest taxi ride I’ve ever endured.

I kick my trainers off as he yanks my shorts down my legs, and I start pulling his vest up over his head. I’m released from his mouth for the few seconds it takes me to get his vest past his face before his mouth is crashing back to mine again and he’s walking forward, directing my backwards steps towards the wall by the front door.

He turns me around. ‘On your knees, put your hands on the wall.’ he spits urgently, and I waste no time following through on his command while he rids himself of his trainers and shorts.

I drop to my knees and spread my palms on the cool paint, panting and impatient. He grabs my hips tightly, and I jerk under his hold, but he doesn’t ease up. He pulls my hips back slightly, knees my legs apart and positions himself behind me.

‘Don’t come until I say. Understand?’

I nod and clench my eyes shut to try and ready myself for the onslaught of power that I’m about to welcome into my body. I should know by now that when he is like this, no amount of mental psyching up can prepare me for him.

I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance and as soon as he’s leveled it up, he pounds forward on a garbled yell. He gives me no breathing space to adjust or accept him. He immediately yanks me back onto him and begins to piston in and out of me ruthlessly. He’s a man possessed.

Holy f*cking shit!

My eyes fly open in shock and I shift my hands on the wall, desperately trying to steady myself as he continues to wildly buck into me. ‘Jesus, Jesse!’ I scream around the delightful invasion of my body.

‘You knew this would be hard, Ava.’ he barks, smashing on. ‘Don’t you dare f*cking come.’

I try and focus on anything but the immense, fast accumulation of pressure that’s building up in my groin, but his relentless and barbaric strikes are not helping my desperate situation. I won’t be able to hold out for long at this riotous rate.

‘Fuck!’ he roars frenziedly. ‘You.f*cking.drive.me.crazy!’ He punctuates each word with a hard, sharp thrust. I’m sweating more now than I did on my ten mile run.

His hands slide up my back from my hips to grip onto my shoulders and my head rolls back under his warm, firm hold. I’m delirious with pleasure. The telltale signs of him tensing travels through his arms, straight to my shoulders. I’m relieved. I’m past the point of return, but I can’t fully let go until I get the okay. What the hell would he do if I defied him and gave in to my demanding release, anyway?

He continues to buck and slap against me and on an ear piercing roar, he slams into me with such force, tears stab at my eyes. He stills and leans against my back, pushing me forward onto the wall, circling his hips deeply. I’m buzzing, my body tinkering on the edge. He reaches up and grabs my pony tail, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder, moving his damaged hand around my front to the inside of my thigh.