Page 47 of One Killer Night

My tongue darts out over my lips, ready to say the words. “Ten is you’re falling for me too.”

Those words hang between us as she stares up into my eyes. We’re locked in, neither of us making a move to stop what’s happening.

“Ten,” she whispers quickly and somehow not.

Her burgeoning smile matches mine inch for inch as it all sinks in, but when it does, I cradle her face as I pull my baby into a kiss.

But as much as I want to lose myself like before, this one’s short-lived because our children begin making a scene.

Evie starts fake vomiting as Chase slow claps next to her.

I hate them.

I shift my face to theirs. “If you two are done, I’d like to kiss my girlfriend and take her back to my place.”

“It’s better than jail,” Evie teases as we all make our way off the goddamn attraction.

Chase pats my shoulder, already rebounding from what just happened.

“Mazel, guys. Listen, before you go, though, put in a good word for me with ...” He motions over his shoulder to Evie.

“I can hear you,” Evie rushes out, making me grin.

I look back at my girl and kiss her again, uncaring of the world around us as we melt into our bubble and let the soundtrack, which is set to a score only two people destined to go from hate to madly in love could create, play loudly in the background.

“You know I’d choke someone for you.”

“You make me want to aspirate the vomit produced in my mouth every time you speak.”

“If you go, I go ... Let’s Romeo and Juliet this bitch.”

“We just witnessed harassment. Are you that slow of a learner?”

“Cuff me, baby.”

Chapter Ten

Noah

Sweat trickles down Goldie’s smooth back as my fingers draw a line between her shoulder blades until my hand wraps around the nape of her neck, holding her in place as I fuck her from behind.

“Fuck, killer. You feel so good.”

She’s breathless, face down, her bottom lifted as she grips the sheets. It’s gorgeous.

I thrust inside, stretching her with a steady, torturous rhythm. I’m hitting her G-spot each time my thick length bottoms out, sealing the front of my pelvis against the softness of her ass.

“Please,” she moans. “Noah, I want to come.”

My voice is guttural and raw. “Not yet.” I grip her hip as she tries to circle it. “Uh-uh. I said we’re fucking longer.”

I know it’s sensation overload. We’ve been at it for long enough to feel like two live wires. Every inch of her skin is so sensitive to my touch that she can’t stop writhing, her body begging for her release.

The sound of her breath huffs out each time my body rolls my cock in and out of her welcoming warmth. She contracts herself around me each time, cradling my shaft inside her, rubbing our flesh torturously.

“Noah,” she whines, “oh god.”

She snakes a hand between her legs, touching herself, gasping as her body ignites, but I pull out to the tip, making her suck in a breath over the loss.