Page 32 of Love.V2 (Occupational Hazards #2)

Dylan

I slid against her, her slick entrance coating me in her desire. I’d done that; I’d made her go crazy underneath me, writhing and screaming.

She was mine, no question about it. We might have lost our way, but I had always known her body better than my own.

“I wanted to go slow.” I didn’t recognize my voice. Low and harsh, I sounded like I was accusing her of something. Maybe I was. Of making me crazy. Of making me throw every single plan I’d had out the window as soon as I’d seen her eyes darken when I held her wrists.

Thank fuck she liked it, because I liked having her here. There was a possessive satisfaction in the sight of her spread out underneath me, her tits red from my attention, underwear pushed to the side, pussy bare and shining.

She must have gotten a wax sometime this week. I’d nearly come at the first feel of her. She was like silk and honey, her sweet little body pulsing around my hand. I slid forward again, this time catching my tip on her entrance before gliding up her clit.

One more look at her had me nearly breaking into madness. She was panting, wild, completely succumbing to the mind-bending heat between us. Damn. I really had wanted to go slow. Re-learn every inch of skin I’d missed since she left .

But I was just a man, and she was a goddess, spread beneath me, panting and pleading. Her lilac hair flowed across the pillow, silky and sweat-drenched, while her creamy skin turned pink with desire.

How could I deny her?

I reached between us, teasing her folds again. “I brought condoms.”

This, at least, I could pause for. An offering, an olive branch. Maybe a memory to patch the rough edges of that night a few weeks ago, when all my carefully laid plans and expectations had crumbled around us. It had seemed important to her, then. Maybe it still was.

“No.” Relief rushed through me. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d used a condom—not since early college—and I didn’t want anything between us now.

I surged forward, mouth capturing hers once more as I slid inside her warmth. Her neck arched, head thrown back while I pressed in.

Yes .

She panted my name as I drew back, pressed again even further. With one more gasping kiss, I moved, losing myself completely. The world fell away, and every ounce of my existence constricted down to the places our skin met, sliding and sticking.

I sank into her like I was dying for it. I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. Words rushed and slurred, blending with groans I couldn’t suppress, as the heat seared through my brain.

So long. Too long. How had I ever taken this for granted? The perfect beauty and captivating completeness of pushing into her, surrounded by lush skin and her mewling breaths. I ducked my head, swirling my tongue around her nipple once more, craving the taste of her in my mouth .

The action set her off again, her inner muscles clamping and spasming around me as she cried my name. It sent a fury of heat into my cock, tightening my balls.

I wanted to empty inside her, to answer her call.

Not yet, though.

She protested when I pulled out. I nearly shoved back in, dying to feel her pulsing and twitching against me. In a quick move, I flipped her onto her stomach, sliding a pillow under her hips while I held onto her wrists. “One more, Angel. Like this.”

My palm smoothed down her ass, shoving her underwear to the side again. My thumb dipped into her core, feeling her aftershocks. Slickness smeared across the inside of her thighs. It was achingly perfect.

“Can you stay still like this?” My voice was like gravel, rough and rasping in her ear. I licked up the shell, unable to help myself. She shuddered, pressing her hips against mine. Without thinking, I cracked my hand across the globe of her ass. Light, but enough for her to feel it.

She froze, eyes going wide as I stroked her skin, easing any sting. “Still, Angel. Can you do it?” Is this okay? I just spanked you and you haven’t had control of your hands for ten minutes. Are you with me ?

I had been her first. We’d gotten up to some fun stuff in the last twelve years, but nothing close to this. Light spanking and bondage was so far outside our realm of experience, it was laughable. But the caveman in my chest was howling for it.

“Never let her leave again.” The instinct I had to claim her, right here, right now, was primal .

“Yes,” she whimpered, turning her head to look at me. Lightning struck. Her swollen lips pulled between her teeth, eyes glittering in the soft glow of the lamp. Her soft, open expression told me everything I needed to know.

“Tess,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss her, to smooth my tongue across the grooves her teeth had left in her plump skin. I tasted her, whispering about love and perfection while my hand roamed the sloping expanse of her back. I tucked her fingers between the mattress and the padded headboard.

“Leave them right there, Angel. Don’t move. So good.” I groaned when she nodded, curling her fingers, bunching the fitted sheet in her hands.

I sat back on my heels, eyes taking in the feast of smooth skin before me. The little almost-heart-shaped birthmark on her left shoulder blade. The smooth, regular protrusions of her spine. The wrinkled, ruined fabric of her dress, hiked and forgotten around her waist.

That. Ass.

I lined myself up against her again, thinking about how I could spill all over that perfect skin. I knew from experience she looked utterly gorgeous splattered with my come.

I groaned, shoving myself back inside her slick, hot core at the thought. Yes, she’d look brilliant with me spilling across her spine, running down her sides, soaking into her rainbow sparkles.

I shouted as the thought, the feel of her like this, nearly shot me over the edge. God, I wanted to ruin her. Later, I promised myself. This first time, I wanted to be inside her for every instant I could .

I glanced down, growling when my shirt hung in the way, obscuring my view. I yanked it up, tightening my fist around the fabric at the sight of my cock shuttling in and out of her.

Her face burrowed into the pillows as she keened and cried out, fingers dutifully tucked against the headboard. She gripped so tightly the sheet snapped off the corner of the bed.

My arm looped around her hips, pulling her up as I pushed another pillow there.

The new angle shattered me. The room melted around us, pleasure and hot need whipping into a maelstrom that threatened to take me down.

I gripped her waist, frantic, pulling her back against me again and again and again.

She was panting my name. Screaming, scrambling to hold on to the bed as I rocked her up and down over and over. Finally, her heat and gasping cries became too much. The familiar pressure gathered at the base of my spine.

I hadn’t even come yet and I was completely lost. I needed her mouth on mine when I spilled inside her. An anchor, a breath in my lungs. I was gasping, dying and coming alive against her.

I pulled her back, and she came willingly, twining her arms around my neck as she craned her head around for a kiss. I gripped her hair, ravenous while I claimed her lips, fucking up into her, a guttural cry leaving my mouth when I finally came.

I barely registered her scream, my hands too busy gripping her hair, locked around her hips while I drove inside. I felt her moving against me while I came down, and distantly realized she’d come again, too.

Finally, after another minute of pulsing inside her, my hips moving like I could make it last, I stilled, settling back on my heels and taking her with me. Slowly, in increments, I came back to myself. I released the fingers I’d clenched hard in her hair. Her lips didn’t leave mine.

I stroked the backs of my fingers down her neck, afraid I’d hurt her. I pressed apologetic kisses to her mouth before looking at the wreckage around us.

Pillows had fallen haphazardly to the floor. The sheet had pulled away from the mattress. The comforter was toast, crumbled somewhere behind us. She’d slipped out of her heels somewhere along the way, but I…

“I still have my shoes on,” I panted in disbelief. We had obliterated the room. Each other. And I was still mostly dressed.

Tess’s lips were puffy and red; streaks crossed her chest from my five o’clock stubble.

One of the straps of her dress fluttered, torn and useless.

Her hair was a tangled halo around her face.

From her wide, surprised eyes, I assumed I didn’t look much better.

Wrinkled shirt under my armpits and my pants pushed down just far enough for me to ravage her.

I still had my shoes on .

In the quiet aftermath, a giggle bubbled out of her lips. She brought her hand up to her mouth, glancing back to me, then to the ruined bedding around us. “We really made a mess,” she laughed, eyes dancing.

I snorted into her shoulder, dragging kisses there as I eased out of her. We both groaned, and she collapsed, twisting onto her back. She had the biggest smile on her face. My heart ballooned inside my chest.

Perfect .

I eased onto my side, pulling her against me and finally toeing my damn shoes off. “I really did plan to go slow,” I said, kissing her hair as she snuggled in.

“Next time,” she whispered, fitting her forehead against my neck.

I sighed and pulled her closer.

Later, I would carefully peel what remained of her dress over her head and gently tuck the comforter around her. I’d shuck out of my own clothes, turn off the lamp, and we’d watch the lights outside sparkle through the sheer curtain.

Later, I would go slow, running hands and tongue and teeth over every inch of her, careful of the sore places where I’d been too rough.

For now, though, I held her close, pressed together in the wreckage of what we’d done. Absolutely certain that if I could go back and do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.