Moonlighter (The Company, #1)(33)

With a groan, I climb farther onto the bed, laying her out as I go. We’re skin to skin, and my arms are full of a curvy goddess. My mouth sinks onto hers, and our kiss is deep and serious. She tastes like desire, and she smells like heaven.

I lose myself in her mouth for a few glorious minutes. We kiss and clutch and tease. When I can’t wait any longer, I work a hand between our bodies and grip myself. She lifts her hips to brace for me.

Then there’s nothing left to keep me from heaven except my nagging conscience. Logically, I know this is okay. She wants this. I want this. Owing to excellent health care and my recent dry spell, there is no reason at all why I can’t do this.

Still. Crossing this line isn’t easy. I’ve followed the same rules my whole adult life. Wrap it up. Keep your distance. Don’t take advantage, and don’t get attached.

Alex’s trust in me isn’t misplaced. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.

Slowly, I drag my cock head along her sweet, slick pussy. There’s nothing like it, and I feel like a hedonist. Alex’s eyes squeeze shut with pleasure. But when she opens them again, they beg me for more.

And I can’t help myself for one more minute. I lift her knee and thrust my hips forward, entering her in one sweet slide. We moan in stereo, gazes locked, faces flushed, hearts beating in sync. Exhaling slowly, I ease back to repeat the motion.

It’s heaven. So hot. So wet. So unlike any other time. I’m speechless as I find a rhythm, slow at first, and then faster.

Soon I’m flying. Her nails dig into my back a little more deeply with every thrust. Each movement brings her another sob or moan of pleasure.

“Alex,” I murmur. I have no other coherent words. But none are needed. We’re communicating on a primal level now. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve never felt so joined to anyone.

Maybe the whole fake boyfriend role is screwing with my head. Because sex with Alex suddenly feels…inevitable. Like I’m meant to be here and nowhere else.

Closing my eyes, I brace my arms on the mattress. Composure is part of my personality. I pride myself on my self-control. But even I have my limits. I’m drowning in pleasure. And when I drop down to kiss her again, it’s almost too much. There is no part of me untouched by her warmth and softness. Her tongue is in my mouth. Her scent is in my lungs.

It’s perfect. Too perfect. “Alex,” I growl against her lips. “Come, honey.”

She only whimpers in response, her arms tightening around me.

I capture one silky knee in my hand, and slow my pace, grinding down for her. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.” I grit my teeth as she moans in my mouth.

And then I feel it. A clench and a shudder. A gasp and a moan.

“Fuck yes,” I grunt. She makes the most beautiful, high-pitched keen of pleasure. And I’m just done. I thrust forward once more in slow motion and let myself go. It’s pure pleasure and aching relief. My groan is low and long as I empty my soul into her beautiful body.

“Oh my god,” Alex breathes when we’re finally both still.

My thoughts exactly. If I had thoughts.

We’re still tangled up together, her knees clenched around my sides. Those high heels are gone, though, flung off at some point during the frenzy.

“You okay?” I pant, knowing that I should roll over. But I’m too spent to move yet. I feel a little stunned.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “I’m…wow.”

I guess that’s not a complaint. With a final groan, I roll off of her and then collapse onto the bed beside her. But it feels wrong to be separated from her just yet, so I gather her into my arms. Her face rests against my shoulder, and I can feel the wild rhythm of her heartbeat against mine as I close my eyes.

“Obviously, I’ve been spending time with the wrong men,” she babbles. “That was educational.”

“Educational,” I murmur. I guess it was. Although my brain has melted, and I’m not tracking the conversation very well. I honestly never expected this to happen. I didn’t even want to come to Hawaii.

But it’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a powerful attraction to anyone. I am shook.

“Now the awkwardness sets in,” Alex murmurs. “Right?”

I run a hand down the smooth skin of her rib cage. “I think it can wait until at least tomorrow.” Sex never makes me feel awkward. Life is too short, and I’m too full of dopamine or whatever natural drug it is that makes me feel like I’ve won the national championship of sex. There isn’t even a condom to throw away. I’m living my best life right now.

We lie together for a long time, and it’s nice. My occasional hookups are never this cozy. Alex is stroking the arch of my foot with her own foot. My nose is buried in her hair.

It’s…sweet. Or something. And I don’t have to wonder how soon I can leave. I only have to wonder how soon we can do it again.

Because we are definitely doing that again.

Eventually she stirs and rolls over, and I sit up reluctantly. “Do you want anything from the fridge?”

She smiles at me. “A sip of your beer. I stocked it for you.”

“That was nice.” I can’t resist running a hand through her hair.

“Someone should be able to drink beer. And I can have a sip.”