“Careful,” I warn him.
His eyes flicker with fire, and goose bumps scatter up my spine. He slowly circles one way and then the other to try to loosen me up. “I need you to relax for me,” he whispers. I thrash beneath him, the burn so good. “Hayden,” he says, bringing me back to the moment. “Look at me.”
I drag my eyes to his.
“Relax or I’m going to hurt you. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“You need to tell me if I’m too rough.”
“I’m okay.”
With our eyes locked, he pulls out and slides back in. I stretch wide.
Oh god . . . so, so good.
I’ve never been fucked like this.
He slides back in, and I get a rush of moisture and loosen up a little. “That’s it,” he coaches me. “Good girl, just like that.”
His husky voice does things to me, and I open my legs to the mattress, granting him full access. His eyes roll back in his head as his strong arms hold his body up off mine. He spreads his knees so he can ride me better, and I rise to the challenge. We go slow for a while. Measured and gentle pumps, and each time he pulls out, I get a little braver.
My body begins to lift off the bed to meet him, and he moans as his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck . . . so good.” He pants as we get rougher and rougher.
Soon we are hard at it. The bed is hitting the wall, and I can see nothing but stars.
I can hardly breathe, it’s so good.
“Hayden,” he moans. “Oh . . . I’m going to come.” He moans. “So fucking hard.”
Hearing his husky, aroused voice does things to me, and my body contracts as I spiral out of control, headfirst into a killer orgasm. “Ahhh,” I cry out.
“Fuck.” He moans as he slams into me, hard and piston fast, and then he holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk as he comes deep inside my body.
We kiss as we move together, completely emptying our bodies, and he drops his head to my chest. Our skin is wet with perspiration as we pant. I feel him smile.
So close, so perfect.
I stare up at the ceiling, horrified.
I’m going to need a moment.
Chapter 16
I drag my eyes open to see big brown eyes. Christopher is lying on his side and leaning up onto his elbow, watching me.
I frown. “What are you doing?”
“Admiring the view.” He smiles and leans over and kisses me. “Good morning.”
“Hmm, morning,” I grumble with my eyes closed. Why is he so perky this early?
I begin to doze again, and I can feel he’s still watching me, and I open one eye. Yep . . . sure enough, still staring. “Go back to sleep.”
“I’m hungry.”
It’s too early for this shit. I roll over and put my back to him. “Raid the minibar.”
“No.”
I ignore him.
“Let’s go out to breakfast.” He taps me on the shoulder with his finger.
I shrug him off. “Don’t.”
He does it again and again until he’s doing it continually.
“Why are you so annoying?”
“I’m fucking starving over here.”
“You are not starving, Christopher. We ate last night.”