Moonlighter (The Company, #1)(36)

“You see something you like?” he asks with a grin.

I drop my gaze and close my eyes, laving my tongue along his shaft. My skin flashes hot, and I squeeze my legs together against the emptiness. I hate the easy way he makes me feel so unhinged.

But I go to town with all the enthusiasm of a sex-starved woman who had dirty dreams all night and is living another one right now.

“Come here,” he says after a few amazing minutes.

“Kind of busy here,” I gasp before taking him into my mouth again.

“Yeah, well, I can’t take much more of your wicked tongue. If you want to ride me, you better do it soon.”

Oh, wow. I really do want that. As I glance up again at his sex-flushed face, I’m unable to hide how much.

“I know what you need,” he says softly.

“You do, do you?” I argue out of reflex, but it’s clear that I’m not fooling anyone.

Smirking, he sits up and crooks a finger at me. That smug gesture should annoy me, but I’m blinded by his perfect body. Maybe you’re allowed to be smug if you’ve got those washboard abs and that V of muscle swooping down on either side of your flat stomach.

I’m all too willing to crawl toward him, naked, and climb into his lap.

“That’s a girl,” he says, lifting one hand to my breast, giving my nipple a quick pinch, and then coasting his palm down my body. His touch is appraising, like I’m a racehorse he’s inspecting, and I have no idea why I like it.

I hate myself a little for wanting him to do it again.

“You woke me up for a reason,” he murmurs. “Don’t make me wait.”

Still, I hesitate. Hopefully he takes it as a tease, because I don’t want him to know that I’m a little intimidated. My inner nerd girl doesn’t have a lot of experience initiating sex with god-shaped men in broad daylight.

He reaches around and caresses my ass. That gets me moving. I lift myself onto my knees while I grip his shoulders.

“There you go.” He lines himself up beneath me.

Inspired, I sink slowly down onto every delicious inch of him. And we both groan at the same time as I bottom out, so full of him that I can’t help but pause and catch my breath.

“I fucking love Hawaii,” he grunts, rolling his hips toward mine. “Come on, now. Give it to me. You know you want to.”

I really do. I rise up with delicious slowness and then sink happily down. It’s so good that I immediately do it again.

“Yeah,” he rasps. Pushy hands grip my hips. “Faster.”

His commanding voice makes me want to please him. It’s as if this were my only job—making those grey eyes darken with lust, making his face even more flushed. I lean into it, picking up the pace until it’s quicker than I need it to be.

But it’s so, so dirty to be pistoning his cock into my body. This is bad girl stuff right here. It’s…freeing. It’s making Eric’s breath come in irregular gusts.

“Fuck,” he pants, jacking his hips beneath me. “Yeah, Alex. Look at you go. So hot when you do that.”

The orgasm comes out of nowhere, zinging through my core, shimmering through my whole being. The startled gasp I let out quickly turns into a low, sultry moan.

“Jesus,” he gasps. “Aw, yeah.” He braces his hands on the bed and lifts me clear off the mattress on his next thrust. I grip his shoulders, insensible, just trying to stay on board as I shudder through my climax.

Eric makes a hot noise, throws his head back and locks all his muscles at once. I watch his pulse pound in his neck as he spills inside me.

After a long moment and another low groan, he lowers his ass to the bed in a hurry, catching me around the waist again with his hands. “Holy shit. That’s a much better wake up call than my phone alarm playing some Fall Out Boy.”

“I don’t…know what that is,” I wheeze, trying to take in enough oxygen that I can slow my breathing to something like normal.

“Never mind.” He laughs, burying his face in my neck and kissing me. “It doesn’t matter.”

I’m still planted on him, which is going to get awkward in a minute. But I am afraid to break this connection. I have a feeling I’ll be embarrassed about this later. I’ve never woken a man out of a sound sleep to have sex before. I just mauled him.

He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His hand is heavy on the back of my head, his fingers in my hair. For several minutes we just stay like this—sweaty and loose-limbed—while our heart rates slowly even out to a sleepy, quiet state.

“Alex,” he whispers, running a hand down my back.

“Mmm?”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but don’t you have an eight-thirty meeting?”

“Yeah.” I pick my head up. “What time is it?”

“Not sure. But it’s awfully light outside.”

I roll off of him, which I’m loathe to do. He feels so good. But I have to nudge my phone, which is sitting on the table. “Bingley, what time is it?”

“Good morning your highness! It is nine minutes past eight. Your first meeting begins in twenty-one minutes at—?”

“Bingley!” I squeak. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You didn’t ask me to. I did not hear from you last night…”