Chapter Nineteen

Compass

I kicked the door shut behind me and tossed Fallon onto the bed like she weighed nothing. Her laughter mixed with a sharp intake of breath as she landed on the mattress.

Without wasting a second, I twisted the lock on the door and shrugged off my cut. My gaze locked onto hers as I tossed it over the back of the chair.

“Clothes off. Now,” I commanded, my voice low and rough. Days of tension had built to this moment—her body brushing against mine as we slept, her soft curves pressed into my back on the bike. She’d been teasing me, knowingly or not, and now it was time to see everything.

Fallon didn’t hesitate. Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. My eyes trailed over the smooth expanse of her skin as she reached back to unclasp her bra. She slid the straps down her arms and let the fabric fall away to reveal full, perfect breasts that had my mouth watering.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and wiggled them down her hips. The fabric slid over her soft curves and left her in nothing but a pair of black panties. When those came off, my breath caught in my throat.

“Jesus, Fallon,” I muttered, my voice thick with appreciation.

She lay there, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide and filled with heat.

I kicked off my boots, yanked my shirt over my head, and made quick work of my jeans and boxers.

Fallon’s eyes widened, and her gaze raked over me with open hunger. “Oh my god,” she whispered when her eyes stopped on my rock-hard dick.

“Like what you see, babe?” I asked as I crossed the room.

She nodded as her lips parted, but no words came out.

I let my eyes roam over her in return and drank her in. Full breasts, a lush ass, and soft hips that begged to be held. Every inch of her was perfection.

I stalked toward her, each step purposeful, and climbed onto the bed. I covered her with my body, and Fallon’s breath hitched. Her hands found their way to my shoulders as I lowered myself onto her.

Our mouths met in a searing kiss—the kind that made the world disappear. Her fingers tangled in my hair as my hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve, every dip, and every soft expanse of skin.

She arched into me, and her body pressed against mine as if she couldn’t get close enough. My hands moved to her hips and gripped her firmly as I deepened the kiss.

“Compass,” she breathed against my lips, her voice a mix of urgency and surrender. “I need you.”

“You’re mine, Fallon,” I growled and claimed her mouth again until we were both breathless.

There was no stopping now.

I looked down at Fallon, her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted. She was perfect. Absolutely, undeniably perfect. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I ran my hand down her side and felt the warmth of her skin under my fingertips.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I murmured, my voice low and rough.

Her eyes softened as she looked up at me. “Compass…” she whispered, her voice like a plea and a prayer all at once.

I dipped my head to kiss her, slow and deliberate, as I tried to let her feel every ounce of what I couldn’t put into words. Her hands slid up my arms, and her fingers curled into my shoulders as she sighed against my lips.

I slid my hand between us and found her clit. I stroked gently at first, then with more pressure as her body responded. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as she moaned my name.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, and her breath hitched as I worked her over.

“You’re so damn wet, babe,” I growled.

Her hips bucked against my hand, and her body begged for more. I couldn’t wait any longer. I shifted to position myself at her entrance, and I held her gaze as I slowly pushed inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, perfect. I groaned as her body welcomed me, and my chest tightened at the way she clung to me. “Compass,” she whispered as her hands slid up to cup my face.

I leaned into her touch, and my forehead rested against hers as we began to move together. Each thrust was slow and deliberate. Our bodies were perfectly in sync as we found a rhythm that felt like heaven.

Her hands roamed over my back, and her nails lightly scraped my skin as she whispered my name like a mantra. I watched her and memorized every expression and sound she made.

“Fallon,” I rasped.

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

Hearing those words sent a jolt of something primal through me. My movements quickened, and my hips snapped against hers as I chased the release building between us. She matched me, and her body rose to meet mine with each thrust.

Her moans grew louder, and her nails dug into my shoulders as she trembled beneath me. “Compass, I’m so close,” she gasped.

“I’ve got you, Fallon,” I promised and reached down to stroke her clit in time with my thrusts.

Her body tensed, and her head fell back against the pillow as she cried out. Her orgasm ripped through her, and the sight of her coming undone beneath me was enough to push me over the edge.

I buried myself deep and groaned her name as my release hit.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, and our breath mingled as we came down together.

I rolled onto my side and pulled Fallon into my arms. Her skin was warm against mine, and her head nestled perfectly against my chest. I let out a contented sigh as my fingers trailed absently along her side.

“That was... wow,” she murmured, her voice soft and a little breathless.

I chuckled and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Wow, is right.”

She giggled, the sound light and carefree. “Thank God I didn’t have more than two drinks tonight.” She turned in my arms to face me.

“Two seems like the magic number for you, babe,” I teased and tightened my hold on her. “Any more and you might not have remembered just how damn good we are together.”

She tilted her head up to look at me. “Oh, I think I would’ve remembered that.”

I smirked. “Damn right, you would.”

Her laughter was soft and sweet.

“You know,” she said as she brushed her fingers across my jaw, “I’m pretty sure I’m going to want to do that again... and soon.”

I leaned in close and let my lips brush her ear. “Oh, don’t you worry. We’ll do that again. And again. And again,” I whispered.

She let out a quiet laugh, and her cheeks flushed a little. “Okay, okay,” she said. “But maybe after a quick nap first.”

“A nap, huh?” I grinned and pulled the blanket up over us. “That’s probably a good idea. You’re going to need all the rest you can get, babe, because I’m not done with you yet.”

She yawned, the sound soft and a little contagious. “See, just a tiny nap will do,” she murmured, her voice already thick with sleep.

I held her closer and felt her body relax against mine as her breathing evened out. “Get some rest, Fallon,” I said softly and pressed another kiss to her temple.

We both were going to need it.