Charged (Saints of Denver 2)

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I nodded weakly and put one of my hands over the top of his as he continued to fondle me with equal parts gentleness and roughness. “Sounds like a plan.”
He chuckled as I used his earlier words, but we both stopped being able to make any noises beyond a gasp and a moan as his tip hit my begging opening. I canted my hips a little to help him slide in, and as soon as we had the position right, he slipped all the way in and I felt the stretch and burn of his body overtaking mine through every single part of me.
He pulled back and rocked forward with more force, which had my teeth clamping down on my lip and made me lift up onto the tips of my toes so I could take even more of him inside of me. My channel spasmed around him and I could feel my body pulling on his, asking for more. Begging him to go farther, to push deeper, and because he was an executive he knew what I wanted without my having to ask.
He put a hand on my back and bent me over even more so that my ass was in the air and my hands were on the seat cushions in front of me. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but he was in me so deep and thrusting so hard and wild that I could have been bent in half and I wouldn’t have cared, and when he wrapped the end of my braid around his hand and used it to pull my head back and ordered me to look at him while he fucked me, I was pretty sure I was going to explode on the spot. The sounds of our hips slapping together, and the slick sounds of his body thrusting and filling mine, was making me hot and squirmy where I was impaled on his hammer cock. And the sight of his tattooed chest heaving and slick with sweat as he worked us both to the point of incoherent pleasure was so animalistic and sexy that I had to squeeze my eyes shut again to avoid losing it all simply from watching what he was doing. I loved all of Quaid and all the different types of men that were housed inside his gorgeous body, but this version of him was undoubtedly my favorite. When he fucked me raw and untamed, when he owned me, the sensations he brought to life in me—that was when he was the most authentic and the most honest. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. He also knew what I wanted and knew that he was the only man that was capable of giving it to me. It made sex with him a memorable and an exciting experience, every single time.
The hand that wasn’t wrapped in my hair rubbed across my hip, skated over the lifted curve of my ass, and expertly dipped and played in that darkened valley I had yet to let him explore. Quaid liked to play and liked to explore every single inch of me but I wasn’t quite at his level yet and he never pushed me past what I was comfortable with. That didn’t mean that he didn’t tempt and tease with erotic and dangerous touches that hinted at the pleasure and surprise that was waiting for me when I relented and put myself in his very skilled hands. His palm slipped down the front of me where I was leaning against the back of the couch. I knew where he was headed so I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly at the first brush of his fingers across my clit. Everything swirled and spiraled into a vortex of sex and pleasure as my orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave and I couldn’t stop the shriek that tumbled across my lips. I fisted my hands on the couch cushions and let my head fall forward as he finally released my hair and he shifted his hands to my hips as he pounded into me jerkily, frantic in search of his own release.
His breathing was harsh and rustled through the fog of satisfaction that engulfed me. He mumbled my name and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard, so I found my balance and lifted the knee of one of my legs up on the back of the couch so that he could go even deeper and get even closer to the edge of his own completion. He growled something dirty and sexy as the new position opened me up even further to him, and it didn’t take long before I felt his big body tense where it hovered over mine and felt the heat and rush of his orgasm fill me as his cock jerked and his movements stilled.
We stayed that way for a minute as he worked to catch his breath and as I floated around in a happy bubble of fulfillment and languid love. I muttered a soft protest as his strong arms were suddenly wrapped around my middle and pulling me upright so that I was pressed all along the front of him, the tattoo of the eagle so close to me I could swear that I could feel each and every single one of the feathers on its massive wings. Quaid’s arms wrapped around me in a tight hug and his lips rested on the top of my head as he whispered, “Now you really look like dessert, pink hair all tangled and wild around your head and covered in cream. If anyone besides me thinks they get a taste, I may have to murder them.”
I snorted at the filthy words and lifted my arms so that I could hold on to the hands that were holding on to me so tightly. “You may suck at dinner but you’ve got dessert handled, hotshot.”
He kissed the top of my head again and I leaned back into him with a sigh as sex and love covered both of us from head to toe.
“Hey, Quaid.” My voice was soft and so was my heart.
“You’re the best bad decision I ever made, and you are, by far, my favorite story to tell.”
He pulled out of both the embrace and where we were still joined and turned me so that I was facing him. He put his hands on either of my cheeks and bent so that his mouth touched mine in the lightest kiss he could give me and still have it be considered a kiss.
“You’re the best decision I made period, Avett. Our story is only at the beginning so I hope you want to tell it for years and years to come.”
I laughed and pulled him in for a real kiss, and all I could think was, Of course my dad was right about everything.
Bad decisions did lead to great stories and, in my case, great love. I’d make every single crappy choice and foolish error again if it meant I would end up exactly where I was right now. Every mistake was a piece of me, a part of my story, and without each of them there was no way I would be starting my own happy-ever-after in his perfect, stormy, blue-gray eyes.
Christmas Day …
She was everything I ever wanted and then some.
Her multicolored eyes sparkled up at me with humor and knowing as I braced a hand on the wall in front of me and used the other to roll her velvety nipple around with my thumb. When she told me she had a Christmas present for me, I assumed it would be a new tie now that I was back at work or some homemade sweet treat that she made now that she had taken over my kitchen as thoroughly as she had taken over my heart.
What I wasn’t expecting was for her to lead me to our bed, strip, and tell me she wanted to give me my biggest sexual fantasy for Christmas. She was always open and giving in bed, but I was aware that there were some things I wanted from her and to do to her she wasn’t ready for. So, when she laid back with those spectacular tits all oiled up and waiting for me, I was pretty sure I’d died and gone to sexual heaven.