Page 129 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

She shook it. “No. I don’t.”

“You’ve never been fucked here, right?”

Again, she shook her head.

“I’m going to.”

She swallowed visibly. “I want you to.”

He pushed his finger in, letting the lube ease his way. Once she’d adjusted to one finger, he added more lube and another. Her breathing accelerated. He kept a close eye on her face, waiting for some sign that she was in pain, unhappy. The emotions never came. Instead she urged him on, asking him to move faster, to go deeper.

Jesus. It took all the strength in his body not to pull his fingers out and slam inside her. To set himself free, to release the bonds on his hard-earned control. What would it feel like? To give himself over to her completely without holding anything back?

He dismissed the thought. This wasn’t the time. She wasn’t the woman. She couldn’t be. They had one week. Seven days in paradise before the real world would return, intrude, drive them apart. He couldn’t let this go any further than the here and now. Sex without emotion. Passion tempered by restraint. He was a master of that. It was all he’d ever known.

So why did this feel like more?

“Andrew. Please.” Her fingers were digging into the backs of her legs as she continued to hold herself open to his exploration.

He removed his fingers, not giving her a chance to complain before he grabbed the butt plug from the mattress. He slathered it in lube, then pushed it inside her ass slowly.

“Fuck,” she cried out. “Yes.”

The sight of her, flushed with arousal, wearing his clamps, her ass full, was more than he could stand. The leash he held on his control slipped, fell away.

“Hold your breath.” He only gave her a split second to do so as he released one nipple clamp and then the other.

Amy yelled out, and he recognized the second the pain gave way to pleasure. Her hips lifted from the bed as she sought satisfaction. “God, Andrew. Need you. Now.”

He wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking it deeply as he massaged the other with his hand. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling it so hard his scalp burned. He’d never been the recipient of discomfort, always keeping his lovers tied up so they couldn’t touch him.

Is that what was so different about her? She touched him. And not just physically. He tightened the suction, determined to drive the wayward thought from his mind. This was just sex.

He pushed himself away, caging her beneath him on the mattress.

Her gaze captured his and he saw it—Amy felt the same things. His spunky Aussie was waging the same internal battle.

“We only have a week.” Her voice was so quiet that, despite their closeness, he could almost pretend she hadn’t spoken at all.

“It will have to be enough.” He didn’t know what else to say. He had nothing to offer her. He didn’t do relationships. His job didn’t afford him that luxury.

She gave him a small smile. “We’ll make it enough.” With her words, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down until his cock touched her opening. The plug still filled her ass, making his entrance harder, tighter.

“Condom.” He’d almost forgotten. He’d never forgotten.

“Birth control. Please don’t stop.”

“Amy.” It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

He pushed inside, trying to block out the exquisite agony. She was tight. He was bare. Had he ever felt anything more incredible? Fuck. One shove and he was going to blow like Old Faithful.

“I’m afraid this won’t take long.”

She laughed. “Good. I hate to come alone.”

It was all he needed to hear. He stroked her clit as he thrust inside her. Amy gripped his shoulders, urging him on with her cries.