Never Sweeter (Dark Obsession #1)(67)

And that was the moment he chose to tell her to turn over.

“I want to f*ck you like that,” he said, tone suddenly so gruff it almost made her come all over again. At the very least she groaned for it, deep and long, and when he sat back she didn’t hesitate. She turned without a thought to how she looked, the only impediment her suddenly loose limbs. Her arms didn’t seem to want to work properly nor did her legs—but that was fine.

Better than fine, in fact.

It meant he just did it all for her. He manhandled her into position, that strength suddenly apparent enough that she found herself babbling. “Ah yeah take me, baby, take me,” she gasped, as if she’d become a completely different person. A greedy, lust-driven person, who keened when the fat head of his cock slipped into her and pushed back against him almost immediately. She didn’t even wait for him to slide all the way in. She just bucked until he was there, then worked herself over it just as she had from underneath him.

However, this time…

Oh, this time he f*cked her back.

He really, really f*cked her back. His hands went to the hollows of her hips, tugging roughly until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. And then his fingers were searching out her clit and his hot moans of total abandoned pleasure were in her ears and she could, she could. She was coming again before she knew where she was, * tightening around his cock, cries of pleasure caught around the hand he put over her mouth.

God, when he put a hand over her mouth…

When he pulled her up, back almost to his front, that hand still on her clit…

There was nothing but pleasure after that. Nothing but him taking his pleasure, fierce and frantic enough that she would remember it forever. Just the sense of him wanting her, needing her—it was everything. It was the difference between the sex she’d had before, seedy and quick and without any thought to her beyond the hole she provided, and the sex she was having now. The idea that she mattered meant the world, and especially when he made it explicit.

“No one has ever made me feel the way you do,” he moaned against the side of her face, and then he was coming, she knew he was coming. He wasn’t silent, like other guys. He wasn’t furtive about it. He gasped her name in her ear, over and over. He told her he was doing it, now, just for her.

All for her.

As she sobbed, for all the things that could have been.

And everything they now were.





Chapter 21


She woke with him surrounding her, to the point where it was almost uncomfortable. His massive thigh was over her legs, as if he was trying to hug her with it, and she was pretty sure that heavy thing squashing her left shoulder was one of his chest muscles. It felt like a brick, when she pushed back against it—as did the arm he had looped around her waist. It was entirely possible she was going to die because he wanted to hug.

Yet somehow she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face.

Not even when his phone went off, and he fumbled for it.

He didn’t stop swamping her, after all. He just read the text while continuing to give her a hug with his leg and his chest, then sprawled back over her once he’d discovered it was Coach Parker and decided he didn’t give a shit. At all. He even informed her that he wasn’t replying as he snuggled down again.

Which made her very reluctant to say anything.

Almost too reluctant, considering how insanely comfortable being crushed to death was.

But in the end, she had to do it. Having that bull-headed, temple-vein-popping psycho mad at him was not something she wanted Tate to endure. Hell, she didn’t want to endure it? either, after the other day. She could still feel his spit landing on her cheek as he spat the word poisoned.

“You know you should really probably go see him. Just to let him know I haven’t murdered you and turned your body into a skin suit that I wear around campus to convince people you’re still alive.”

“That is a super elaborate plan to disguise my untimely death.”

“Thanks. I put a lot of thought into it back when I was sure you were out to get me.”

“It wouldn’t work though. Your wrestling skills are terrible.”

“I thought I wrestled you pretty good last night.”

“That’s true. Though I think the wrestling board might object to a bunch of your moves. Last I checked, squeezing someone to death with your * was not covered in any of the rule books.”

“Damn. That was going to be my secret weapon. Guess I’m going down hard.”

“Definitely going down hard. On the upside though, you’ll be rich after you do.”

“Why would I be—”

It was his expression that stopped her dead. That sheepish, I f*cked up expression. Of course he tried to hide it by pulling away and flopping onto his back behind her, but it made no difference.

She knew exactly what he had been referring to, without having to ask.

“Oh my god, are you still in contact with those mobsters?”

The sheepish look deepened. Now it had a too-rapid head shake to go with it.

“Not in contact, exactly. That makes it sound like we do secret deals in shady alleys.”

“It doesn’t make it sound like that at all. You just made it sound like that by saying those words.”

He paused then and seemed to consider. She didn’t know why, however.