Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(56)

“Can I get you a drink?” She walked over, her head tilted to the side in question.

“All I need is you.”

She grinned and I could almost feel the atmosphere thicken. “Well, Mr. 8A, you have me. So what are you going to do with me?”

I growled and pulled her into my arms, bending to taste her neck. “Show me your bedroom.”

She pulled at my shirt, freeing it from my pants, and slid her hands over my back. Her fingers were hot and eager. “I thought you’d never ask.” She led me by my shirttail back down the corridor and into her bedroom.

There was more color, pinks and reds, in her bedroom. It felt more like the Beth I knew. “More windows,” I said, lifting my chin in the direction of windows on one whole side of the bedroom.

“Wanna close the blinds?”

I pulled at her top, lifting it over her head. “No, I don’t think I do.” I dragged my thumbnails over the lace of her bra, relishing the feeling as her nipples hardened. How had I been with her all these hours without touching her like this?

I walked forward until she was trapped between me and the bed. She grinned as she undid the buttons of my shirt, then sat so she was perfectly positioned to take my dick in her mouth.

I was rock hard instantly. Just having that beautiful pout so close to my cock was too much. I shrugged off my open shirt and growled as she undid my pants.

She took my dick in both hands, twisting in opposite directions as she watched my reaction. Did she see my desperation for her?

“You seem pleased to see me, baby.” She swirled her tongue over my crown and slid her lips until the tip of my cock was in her mouth. Her hands fisted around my cock with the perfect pressure.

“You’re going to make me come,” I said.

She took me deeper, as if she was daring me. She grabbed my ass, urging me closer and deeper. Was she trying to please me or herself? I wasn’t sure it mattered.

I couldn’t hold back as I stabbed forward, hating myself for losing control. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want this to be about me getting off. Before Beth, getting a woman off was ultimately self-gratification. It turned me on to know the effect I could have on a woman. With Beth, I wanted her to climax because I wanted her happy; I needed to give her what she wanted. That desire went beyond sex and seeped into everything I did for her.

“I’m sorry, my sweet, you just look so perfect wrapped around my cock like that.”

She released my dick. “Never apologize for wanting to go deeper. It’s what I dream about.”

As if to demonstrate she took me to the back of her throat as she glanced up at me, her eyes full of lust.

“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?” I cupped her face in my hands and wiped my thumbs across her cheekbones and that precious beauty spot. “That image right there is something I’m taking back to Chicago with me.”

I pulled away, kicked off my boxers and pants, grabbed a condom out of my wallet and leaned over her, pushing her gently back on the bed.

“Hey, I thought I was in charge.”

I balanced over her, between her legs. “I don’t remember making you any such promise.” I was always in charge in the bedroom, as I was in all aspects of my life.

“Can I try something?” She traced her index finger over my chest.

How could I resist that beautifully swollen mouth? “Anything.”

She pressed her palms against my shoulders and I let her push me off her. What did she have planned?

I collapsed on my back, shoving my hands behind my head, not taking my eyes off her for a second.

Tentatively she climbed over me so she could straddle me. “Is this okay?”

I’d never let a woman ride me, not even Alicia. I liked to be in control, but I wouldn’t deny Beth anything. I wanted whatever she did. I grinned. “Sure, knock yourself out.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, reaching between us for my dick.

I held out the condom for her, and she pursed her lips. “Maybe you should do that bit.”

She shifted back as I tore open the condom. I watched her, mesmerized by her hands on my dick. “It’s all yours.”

“I like that,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“I like that you like my dick.”

She rose to her knees and rested my dick right at her entrance. She threw her head back as she sank down. “I like that it’s all mine. No one else’s.” Her voice was strained, as if my dick had pushed all the oxygen from her lungs.

She was so tight and warm and f*cking perfect.

“That’s right. All yours. And ready to f*ck you all night.”

Her eyes found mine as she gathered her breasts, teasing me as she pushed them up and together, grinding her hips in small circles above me.

It might just have been the best view I’d ever seen. I reached for her, smoothing my hands up her thighs and around her ass, encouraging her thrusts.

“It feels so good.” Her words sounded like a prayer.

“It’s always so good.”

She screwed her eyes shut. “Always.” Her movements became bigger, less controlled.

My racing heart took my breath away, and my skin thrummed everywhere it touched her.

“I love f*cking you,” she choked out.

That wasn’t what we were doing. “I love making love with you,” I replied.