Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake (A Brush with Love, #2)(9)

“Holy shit, don’t stop, you idiot.”

Rake took that as a no, pressing his mouth back to her and sucking through the drenched fabric. He was ridiculously turned on, every one of her moans and sighs sending a bolt of electricity down his spine and to his cock. After a few more thrusts of her hips, Lizzie’s eyes snapped shut and she let out a gorgeous cry, her muscles clenching around his fingers and her body shaking as she came. After the final trembles stopped, she went limp over him, breathing hard. Rake pulled out his fingers, running a soothing hand over her thighs and hips before gently pulling her down his torso and rolling them so he hovered over her.

Lizzie blinked up at him, a contented smile curving the corners of her mouth, lovely strands of her hair curling and sticking to her forehead. He licked his lips, tasting the whisper of her on them. He was hungry for more.

“Hi,” she said after a moment, dragging her hand down his body.

“Hi,” he said back, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You okay, or are you ready to stop?” Please dear God, don’t be ready to stop.

Lizzie guffawed at that, pressing up to rest on her elbows and forcing Rake to move back a bit. “I’m no quitter. Let’s see what you’ve got,” she said, shooting a goofy, cross-eyed look straight at his penis.

Rake patted around the bed for a moment before finding the discarded condom. He tore it open and rolled it on, anticipation thrumming through his veins. Lizzie shifted her hips, finally pulling off her panties and tossing them across the room. It felt ridiculous that they’d done all of that with her underwear still on.

She opened her legs for him, and he knew he didn’t have the restraint to drag it out any longer. He positioned himself between her thighs, planting his forearms on either side of her face before surging into her wet heat with one long thrust, making them both groan. He moved in and out of her, ducking his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth, cataloguing the feel of her fingers pressing through his hair then down his neck.

“Harder,” she gasped out, digging her nails into his back. He obliged, their skin slapping in a wet, crude way that made him wild. He reared up onto his palms, then used one hand to grip her thigh, getting a handful of luscious freckled skin, as he pushed her leg higher, moved into her deeper.

“Yes,” Lizzie groaned, arching her neck and pressing her head into the mattress. Rake dragged his teeth along her throat and collarbone, needing to taste her and feel her with as many parts of himself as he could.

“It’s so good,” he ground out, pistoning into her with even more force, earning him a moan of satisfaction from her lips. It shouldn’t be this good. It shouldn’t be allowed for a random hookup to be this raw. Reach this overwhelming type of pleasure.

Their eyes locked, and Rake knew she was close. He was close. Pleasure rippled between them, and her body felt poised to snap as she looked into his eyes. But at the last minute, she slammed her lids closed, blocking him out. Riding that wave on her own with a raspy cry.

The loss of her eyes punched sharply at him, but he brushed it aside, his own release barreling through him, ripping the air from his lungs and the strength from his arms as he collapsed down, rolling off her.

They lay there for a moment, the heavy sounds of their breathing mixing with the hum of traffic floating in through the open window. Rake waited for awkwardness to settle between them in the bed, but it didn’t. Just a foreign feeling of contentment as his pulse calmed.

“I feel like I need a cigarette after that,” Rake said to the ceiling. More accurately, he felt like he might need to pass out.

“Do you smoke?” she asked, turning her head to him with an amused smile.

“Not a day in my life. But after what you just did to me? It only seems appropriate.”

“What I did to you?” Lizzie said with an incredulous laugh, slapping her palm against his sweaty chest with a loud smack. “You were a very active participant.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief and humor as she looked at him, and Rake couldn’t help but pick up her hand from his chest and lay a kiss on her palm.

Lizzie watched the movement, blinking at him, the humor draining from her features. She pulled her hand away gently, hovering it between them like she couldn’t decide where it belonged. A decision seemed to click in her mind, and she gave him an almost familial pat on the cheek and turned away, sitting up and swinging her legs off the side of the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked, dragging his fingers along the splattering of freckles across her back. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling, while she pulled her mane of fiery hair into a ponytail.

“A lady always pees after sex. It’s one of the ten commandments of womanhood.” She laughed and stood, giving him an excellent view of her full ass as she padded across the room, scooping up her clothes on her way to the bathroom.

Rake flopped back onto the pillows, blinking up at the ceiling.

That had been … incredible. Better than incredible. Sure, it had been a long, long dry spell, but that was up there with some of the best sex of his life. Dirty. Uninhibited. Fun. He dragged his hands over his face, trying to get a grip. Trying to find the stamina to do it again if he was being honest with himself.

After another minute, Lizzie walked out of the bathroom and back toward the bed. Rake sat up, the sheets falling around his waist and his heart sinking as he saw she’d put her dress back on.