The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(101)

Then he thrust deep, and powerful, and I’d been so right. He did not go gently into that good night. No, sir, he did not. He plunged with, I swear, everything he had in him.

I cried out from the invasion, but not from any kind of pain.

Damn, but he’d been right. He did fit. Perfectly, blissfully snugly. And it felt so good.

The pleasure was so shocking my inner muscles seized and I came all over his monster cock before he could even begin to pump. He held still inside me, watching my face as I orgasmed around him. Then he grinned as I finished and tried to catch my breath.

“See,” he said. “Perfect fit.”

The show-off!

I loved it.

Pulling out, he shoved back in, making me gasp from the impact. The man then commenced to f*ck my ever-loving brains out. I could only hold on for dear life as he pumped his hips, pistoning into and out of me, driving me out of my mind from the pleasure.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, pressing his forehead to mine as his powerful hips slammed against mine. “This is not just sex,” he panted.

My lashes fluttered open, but I could barely focus on him. The world was too blurry, my body was still experiencing too much bliss.

“Feels more like a reaping,” he gasped, burying all ten fingers in my hair so he could hold my head steady and stare into my eyes. “What the hell are you taking from me, woman?”

I wasn’t sure if I was taking as much as he was giving, or more aptly, we were exchanging. My soul for his. It was so beautiful tears filled my eyes.

“Te amo,” I told him.

But all he did was nod. “I know. It’s good. So damn good. The best ever.”

He bowed his head and buried his face against my shoulder as his body tensed. When he came, I felt the charge from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair, and it was as if I was forced to ignite with him.

Grasping hold of each other, we rode the storm together until each of our bodies settled.

He collapsed on top of me, heavy and so deliciously warm. I burrowed against him, relishing this moment, enjoying it while it lasted.

“Te amo,” I admitted again.

But all he said was, “Yeah, it was good.”

I furrowed my brow, wondering why he kept saying that in answer to my big declaration, until I remembered—oh, yeah—Sticks-me had been the one to tell him te amo meant good job.

I blew out a breath, relieved and yet also disappointed he had no idea what I was really saying. It was just as well he never knew. Maybe this way I could still preserve some of my dignity after he found out the truth and dropped me flat.

But the idea of losing him made tears sprout from my eyes. I wiped at my wet cheek just as he mumbled something and rolled off me, falling heavily onto the mattress beside me. I blinked, stunned as he literally passed out seconds after coming.

“Well, I guess he does sleep,” I announced aloud, a bit disappointed, but also relieved I had a moment to be myself.

Asher didn’t reply, his lips parting as he drew in long drugging breaths.

He looked kind of cute, worn out and expended like that, yet satisfied and content. I reached out and gently took a piece of his hair to brush it across his forehead.

Murmuring sleepily, he said, “Sorry. Can never stay awake after sex.”

I grinned. “It’s okay,” I told him in English, and he was so out of it he wasn’t even aware I was no longer speaking in Spanish.

Taking advantage of the moment, I stroked him all over, every line of his face, his shoulders, each rib, around his belly button. When I came to the mass between his legs, I took care of his condom for him, sure he’d be grateful for the lack of a mess when he woke up. And while I was in the bathroom, disposing of it, I peed and washed my hands, basically freshening myself.

I was still naked when I came out of the bathroom. Clanging from the cage made me glance at Mozart, who was watching me a little bit too alertly.

“Hey, stop staring, you perv.” I slapped my hands over my breasts. Then I decided, “Yeah, you’re definitely a boy squirrel.”

Realizing I wasn’t going to provide him with any more of a peep show, he turned away and scampered off, deeper into his cage away from me.

Then I returned to the bed so I could sit on the edge and watch the insomniac rest deeply. “You really are special,” I told him, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair again. But as I tried to pull away, he grasped my wrist, making me gasp.

Bleary green eyes fluttered open. “Don’t go,” he slurred, tumbling me onto the mattress and right up against him.

Unable to deny such a request, I wiggled a bit to get comfy, and then I let him spoon around me with my ass tucked into his lap and his arm wrapped around my waist. Together, we gave a contented sigh.

I closed my eyes as he stroked his hands idly up and down my hip. But then his fingers moved higher, and he slid them around to cup my breast. When he thumbed my nipple, making it immediately harden, I tensed and didn’t mean to, but I pressed my bottom back into him.

His dick twitched against me. Moisture collected between my legs, and before I knew it, I was panting for more as he rolled me onto my stomach and pushed into me from behind.

The thrust caught me off guard and made me cry out...in a very good way. He pumped a few more times before hissing a curse and jerking out.

“Shit, sorry. Condom.” I gaped in shock as I glanced back to watch him dive for the spilled box of condoms on the nightstand and roll one on.