Her heart turned over at his words, quivering at the sentiment.
She loved hearing him say how much he wanted her. It would be even better if—
Shaking her head, she expelled that thought before she finished it. This was fun. They were having fun. If tonight proved anything, it was that they had to have as much fun as they could before he left. Because he would leave. There was no doubt in her mind about that.
He continued to thrust between her legs, making her wetter, making her pant until finally she dipped her pelvis during one of his front slides and caught the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
He lodged there and froze, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck, sorry.”
“No.” She reached back with one hand to stop him from releasing her. “Please. Move, Bastian. Now.”
“No, not yet. I want to make you beg.”
“I’m begging now.”
“No, you’re not. You’re not burning.”
“I am!”
She heard him laugh, the sound holding a dark edge. “Not enough. Not fucking enough.”
He punctuated that with the hard caress of his hand up her back. Leaning forward, he wound his fingers into her hair and tugged, his cock sliding away and leaving her aching.
She automatically resisted and absorbed the sting in her scalp. When had she become addicted to this?
“You’re fucking perfect.”
“You only say that now because you’re getting laid.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I mean that.”
He thrust forward again, and this time, the head of his cock spread her labia and sank at least an inch into her channel.
Yes. Her pussy tightened around him, trying to pull him farther inside.
When he groaned, she knew he’d felt her clutch at him.
“You don’t play fair, Truly.”
“I’m not playing.”
She clenched again and this time felt him jerk forward.
“Come on, Bastian.”
“You get your way too damn much.”
Then he pulled back and began a slow, steady push forward. She felt each inch of his length as he settled inside her body. When he reached his limit, his hips pressed tight to her ass, he stopped and held. His hands flexed on her hips and he made small movements to get even more depth.
“I could spend forever inside you.”
His whispered words were barely audible and she wasn’t exactly sure she’d heard him correctly. But it scared her how much she wanted him to have said the words.
And then she didn’t think at all as he pulled back out. Every incremental motion made her body shake with lust. She couldn’t breathe fast enough, couldn’t process her emotions.
She only wanted him to move. Faster. Harder.
His measured motions seemed determined to hold her right on the edge. Each inward thrust spread her wider. Every retreat made her body tighten with anticipation of his return.
She never would have expected him to maintain that pace. But obviously, she still had a lot to learn about Sebastian.
Right now, though, she just wanted to enjoy him.
His hands gripped her tighter now as he increased his speed, his hips stopping with each inward thrust to grind a little deeper. Planting her knees a little more firmly, she pushed back, making him groan. His next thrust was harder. And each successive invasion came faster until they moved together in a synchronized dance that she knew was reaching an end.
That tight spring in her lower body had coiled again and was ready to be released. It only needed the trigger.
Sebastian was saying something, but she couldn’t make it out over the pounding of her pulse in her ears.
But she definitely heard him groan out her name as he lost that control and thrust with abandon now. It was exactly what she needed and she came with a moan that mingled with his groan as he let go and joined her.
Chapter Eleven
Baz woke when he felt Tru shift away from him.
Still mostly asleep, he made a grab for her, saying something that he thought sounded like “Stay” but probably sounded like a grunt.
She evaded him but ran her hand along his cheek before she slid out of bed, grabbing her phone.
“Hello?”
Obviously he’d been too out of it to hear it ringing. Probably because he’d fucked his brains out last night.
And he was more than willing to spend the rest of the day doing the same. He just hoped she came back to bed when she was done.
A few seconds later, he knew that wasn’t going to happen.
She snuck back into the room, trying not to make any noise, then grimaced when she realized he was awake.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I was gonna say no problem and tell you to come back to bed and make it up to me, but you have that look on your face.”
Her nose wrinkled in a way that made his dick get hard. Hell, any way she looked at him, his dick got hard.
“What look?”
“The one that means trouble.”
She stopped at the side of the bed, hands on her hips as he rolled over onto his back to watch her. He didn’t pull the covers up because he liked the way her eyes lingered on his chest. He tried to control his smile but failed.
And when she finally dragged her gaze up to his face, he saw her lift her eyebrows at him, which just made his dick that much harder.
“I’ve got to go down to Val’s set. Some neighbor’s complained about the noise and the cops are there and I’ve got to make sure everything gets smoothed over.”
“I have no doubt you’ll kick their asses into shape, babe.”
Her lips twitched and he knew she wanted to smile but wouldn’t allow herself to. “Anyway, I need to get going. You don’t have to leave now, just make sure you lock the door on your way out, okay?”
“Sure, no problem.” He yawned and stretched, making sure the sheet shifted even lower on his body. “When do you think you’ll be done?”
When he opened his eyes, she’d crossed her arms over her chest and was shaking her head.
“I have no idea.”
“Are you coming back here or to the office?”
“Will you still be here?”
“I can if you want me to be.”
It took her a few seconds but she finally smiled outright. “Fine. But you better have breakfast waiting because I’ll be starving.”
Pushing up onto his elbows, he smiled back at her. “No problem.”
“Uh-huh.” Moving toward the closet on the far wall, she pulled stuff out and started to dress. A plain black skirt, white t-shirt top, slim grey sweater and black pumps.
Battle gear.
“You know when you dress like that, it turns me on.”
She didn’t even look at him as she ran a brush through her hair and picked through the jewelry box on top of the chest.
“Amazing how much self-control you have because you’ve been able to keep your hands off me for the past three months.”
“Yeah, but now . . .”
She turned as she pushed plain gold hoops through her ears, looking at him with a question in her eyes. “Now . . . ?”
“Now I know what you look like naked and that’s all I see when I look at you.”
She shook her head but continued to smile. “You’re such a guy.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. That’s not what it sounded like last night.”
No, he could still hear every little sound she’d made. Just thinking about it made his dick rock hard and ready to party. But he knew how important her job was to her and he wasn’t about to get in the way.
The blush that colored her cheeks almost made him rethink his decision to let her go. Eighteen months ago, he so would’ve tried to coax her back into bed, deadlines and work be damned. Today, well, maybe he’d actually grown a little more mature.