Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(29)

I thrust again. “I can’t get close enough.” I choked on the words as they crawled up my throat.

Her breathing became choppy and she spasmed around me; her forehead rested against the glass. Having the privilege of making her come made me the luckiest man on Earth.

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed more. More from her, more for me. I folded my hands over her shoulders as she found the strength to hold her head up.

“Stay with me, Beth.”

Her skin trembled beneath my fingers as I pounded into her again and again. I wanted this to last forever, but I was so close to the edge.

She removed one hand from the glass and pressed it between her legs.

“No,” I barked. “You ask for my fingers. You don’t use yours.”

Her hand went back to the glass. “Please, Dylan. I need it. I need to come again.”

I’d never get tired of hearing her beg for my touch. “You ask so sweetly, how can I say no to you?”

I dipped my hand between her thighs and gave her * one light stroke. She squirmed. “Dylan, please, God.” Her voice, hoarse and desperate, got me harder than I ever thought I could be.

My fingers found her clit, swept down and quickly became coated in her moisture. How did she get so wet? I groaned and circled my hips, rubbing over her clit at the same time.

She leaned back, and with one arm reached over her head and brought my face to her neck. “Tell me, is it good?” she whispered.

How could she doubt it? “The best. Your sweet, tight * surrounding my dick.”

“Your”—she drew a deep breath—“huge dick.”

“Yeah, you know it.”

She bucked and she screamed my name at the shift in angle. The sound loosened my climax, it tearing through me from the ground up in sharp, delicious spikes. I exploded into her just as I felt her convulse against my fingers.

Jesus.

I’d never come like that before.

I didn’t want to move but, post orgasm, the thought of anyone seeing her wasn’t quite so appealing. I wanted to wrap her up and treat her like glass.

I pulled out, discarded the condom and turned her around, holding her front to my chest. I bent my lips to her head. “You really are incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. With a little work we can get you above average.” She giggled as I squeezed her ass.

“Let’s move away from the window, shall we?” I walked her backward toward the bedroom.

“I can’t believe we did that. Do you think anyone saw?”

I pushed her onto the bed. “If they did, they’ll have seen the f*ck of the century.” I turned and headed back into the living room. “Stay there, I’ll get sustenance.” I grabbed some bottled water and placed it on the trolley, and pushed the whole thing into the bedroom.

“That is a fantasy come true,” she said, grinning at me. “A hot, naked guy pushing a trolley full of cake? If I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up.”

I chuckled. “I’m just interested in keeping your energy up. I’m not done with you.”

“Are you going to stay? I mean . . .”

“Do you want me to? I can go.” My gut twisted. Was she asking me to leave? I didn’t want to; I wanted to stay surrounded by her.

“There’s nothing I need to be doing. I just wondered if you needed to go home to your—I don’t know.”

I crawled on the bed toward her. “There’s no one at home. I don’t do that. I don’t lie and I don’t cheat.” I sat against the headboard and pulled her into my arms.

“I know everything you don’t do, but nothing you do. Tell me something.”

I took a deep breath. “I buy sick companies and make them better.” It was the simplest explanation of what I did.

“You’re in private equity?”

Apparently I didn’t need to dumb anything down for this girl. “In a broad sense, yes. I have a business partner and we use our own money and some of the bank’s money.” I stroked my fingers along her spine.

“Is there an ex-Mrs. James?”

I chuckled. “No one has been so unfortunate.” She mumbled and I didn’t catch what she said. “What?”

“Have you come close?” That wasn’t what she’d said under her breath.

I took a beat, considering what I should tell her. “Yeah. A while ago. When I was first starting out, I got engaged to a girl.” I hated to even think about Alicia, let alone talk about her. She represented a complete lack of judgment on my behalf.

“It didn’t work out?”

“She dumped me for an older, richer man.” I’d never said those words out loud before.

Beth pushed herself up on my chest and turned to look at me. I shrugged.

“You think she left you for the money?”

I nodded. “She admitted it. Said she wanted to enjoy her life and not have to struggle.” I started to laugh. It was the first time I’d thought of Alicia and not hurt. I’d thought of us as partners, starting out on a journey together, with the same aims and aspirations—the same values. I’d been right in that we’d both been heading to success. It was just that I was planning to work for it, and Alicia wanted to marry it.