Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(118)

Slapping the belt to his palm, he winked. “Maybe we can move into some BDSM.”

Her eyes widened as she scoffed. “And maybe I can kick you in your dick if you come anywhere near me with that belt.”

He paused. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him, but it did. He was soon laughing so hard, he was crying as he fell onto the bed beside her. Giggling with him, she reached for his pants, undoing them as she shook her head.

“Jeez, disabled by laughter,” she teased as his chuckles subsided and he looked up at her.

Cupping her face, he grinned. “You’re insane.”

“Eh, been told that a time or two,” she said with a grin before getting off the bed and yanking his jeans and boxers off. “Lazy! Make me do all the work.”

“Hey, damn right. Now climb up here,” he demanded, stroking his cock, his gaze locked with hers. “I want to be inside you.”

She moved toward him, coming between his legs, her fingernails running along his thighs before she stopped, her lips curving. Taking his cock in her hand, she dropped her mouth to him, sucking the head of him between her sweet lips. Breathing out her name, he threaded his hand into her hair as the other clenched above his head. He swore she had the hottest mouth, and he almost couldn’t handle it. Especially when she got a good rhythm, moving her hand and mouth in perfect unison, taking him deep to the back of her throat and then back out, driving him absolutely crazy.

“Babe, come on. I’m going to come,” he warned, his hand fisting her hair. “I can’t take it.”

She paused, looking up at him, his cock deep in her mouth, her green eyes bright.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Ever so slowly, he bit into his lip as her lips moved up his cock until he was out of her mouth, her hand still moving along his bulging shaft. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffed. “But I really want to be inside of you.”

She shrugged. “Fine. Whatever you want,” she said before dropping her lips to his head, making him jerk from the sensation as she kissed him lightly. Climbing up his body, she moved her * along him as her mouth met his. Her legs fell to either side of him as his hands came up to hold her thick, sweet ass. She was wet. So f*cking wet, causing him to moan against her mouth as she moved herself up and down on top of him.

Driving them both mad.

Kissing his jaw, she used his chest to sit up, going up on her knees before directing him inside of her. As she slowly lowered her body, his eyes drifted shut and he disappeared inside of her, filling her to the hilt.

“God, you feel so f*cking good,” he grunted, one handful of ass and the other holding her breast. “I can’t get enough.”

She could only nod as she started to raise and lower herself on him, her rhythm painfully slow, but he loved it.

He loved her.

Squeezing her ass, he thrust up into her, stealing her breath as she started to bounce faster on his dick. Holding his shoulders, she rode him like a champ. And when she cried out, stretching her body up and grabbing her own breasts, he could only drink in her beauty as he fought for breath. As she moaned, her * clenched around him and that did it. His toes curled, his breathing stopped, and her name fell from his lips as he came from what he was sure were the depths of his soul.

She fell onto him, and he wrapped his arms around her torso as their mouths met, her * continuing to squeeze him as he filled her. Closing his eyes, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder and breathed her in. He never wanted to forget anything about this gorgeous woman. He doubted he ever could. Her breath, her smell, her sweat, her kisses were absorbed inside of him. Seeping into his soul. God, he loved her.

He kissed her ear and then her cheek, and she moved her head, meeting her mouth to his. As his fingers threaded back into her hair, he moved his tongue against hers, his body vibrating with the aftershocks of his orgasm but also with the love he had for her. When she pulled back, that little kitten grin on her face, her eyes locked with his and he felt it. He knew she was going to say it. Say the words he so desperately needed to hear from her.

“Thank you for today,” she whispered against his lips, her eyes searching his. “I really couldn’t have done it without you.”

Even though those weren’t the words he wanted, they meant almost the same thing. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiled, her eyes drifting to his lips as she ran her fingers along his jaw. “I’m starting to believe that.”

Curving his lips, he closed his eyes. “We’re making progress.”

She nodded her nose along his. “We are.”

Rolling them to their sides, he moved his hand along her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. The sun was shining brightly into the room, making the lighter parts of her hair look almost red. Her face was flushed, her body red with splotches from where he had held her, kissed her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Grinning, she pressed her forehead into his jaw and exhaled loudly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing that.”

“You’d better ’cause I think it’s a shame that someone hasn’t been saying it your whole life.”

Pulling back to look at him, she pursed her lips. “Shut up.”

He scoffed at that, holding her close as he kissed her temple. “Tell me something.”