Chapter 19

nineteen

. . .

Easton

I’d meant what I said. I felt protective of this woman in a way that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

I hadn’t known her for more than a few weeks.

But for whatever reason, I wanted to keep her safe. I wanted to be around her. I wanted to make her world a better place.

“You don’t need to burn anything down,” she said, and I could feel her smile against my chest. “I’ve taken care of myself for a very long time, Easton. But I’m glad you’re here.”

“Stay with me tonight,” I said, sounding like a desperate pussy.

I was not that guy. I didn’t do romantic gestures or long-term relationships.

Not anymore.

Hell, I hadn’t spent the night in bed with a woman since Jilly.

I always had an exit strategy.

“Okay,” she whispered as she tipped her head back and grazed her lips against mine. “You’ve got me here. What are you going to do with me?”

Her voice was all tease, and my dick responded by springing to life on command.

“What would you like me to do with you?” My voice was gruff. “Because I’d like to make you feel good.”

“Yeah? That sounds like a nice end to the madness of this day.”

That’s all I needed to hear. My mouth was on hers. My hands moved from her waist to her neck to her face. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her.

She reached for my joggers, attempting to shove the waistband down.

“Such an eager girl, Princess.” I chuckled against her lips before flipping her onto her back.

She smiled up at me, eyes wild and full of need. “I want you.”

“You sure about that?”

“I’m positive. I know what this is, and I want it.” She sighed. “Please, Easton. No more waiting. No more holding back.”

I nodded and pushed up on my knees, sliding her joggers down to find she wasn’t wearing any panties, and my fingers traced over her pussy, and she shivered. “Look at you. Bare and ready to be fucked.”

She sucked in a breath and raised her arms over her head so that I could tug her tank top off.

Holy shit.

These tits.

“Fuck me. Look at you lying here bare, just for me.” I tossed her top on the floor beside the bed and just stared at her. My dick throbbed at the sight of her, and I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine. My lips moved from her mouth to her jaw to her neck. Nipping and licking and wanting to taste every inch of her. My thumbs grazed over her hard peaks before I covered her breast with my mouth, taking my time as I moved from one to the next as she writhed beneath me.

“Easton, please,” she begged, and I pulled back to look at her.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful. I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you, okay?”

She nodded. “Now.”

I chuckled. “All right. But I’m going to make you come on my lips first. And then you can come on my cock next.”

Her eyes were wide, as if no one had ever spoken to her like this. And I fucking loved it, because I knew it turned her on.

“Okay,” she whispered.

My tongue moved along my bottom lip as I shifted down on the bed a little bit. “Spread those pretty little thighs for me, Princess.”

She did as she was told, and I buried my face there. My tongue moved along her most sensitive area as she gasped.

Fuck me. She was so damn sweet.

So damn perfect.

I licked her until she was panting and gasping, and then I sucked her clit as I slipped a finger inside her.

She was wet and warm and tight. I pumped in and out a few times as my mouth sealed over her clit and continued sucking hard.

I slipped another finger inside as her hips moved up and down, and her chest arched toward the ceiling as I took her right to the edge.

I moved quickly, knowing she was close, and replaced my fingers with my tongue, because I wanted all that sweetness on my lips.

I was a greedy man. And she liked it, because her thighs locked on each side of my face as she started to shake.

She rocked harder and faster against me. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she held me right where she wanted me.

Needed me.

And she cried out my name as she went right over the edge.

I continued fucking her with my tongue until she rode out every last bit of pleasure.

When she stopped moving, and her breaths slowed, I raised my head.

She was on her back and chuckling now, and I moved forward to hover above her. “Something funny, Princess?”

She shook her head. “No. That was just—wow.”

“Wow?”

“Yeah. I’ve never, you know, finished with a man—er, doing that.”

“You’ve never come with someone going down on you? Is that what you’re telling me?” I nipped at her bottom lip.

“Yes. Has anyone ever told you that you have a filthy mouth?” She raised a brow.

“Absolutely. And you fucking love it.” I puffed my chest up as I pushed the hair out of her face. “Don’t be embarrassed to tell me what you want. I’ll bury my face between your thighs and make you come any time you want.”

She looked up at me. “I want you naked right now.”

Atta girl.

I pushed to my feet and shoved my joggers down. She pressed up on her elbows, her teeth sinking into that juicy bottom lip as she watched me. “You like what you see?”

She nodded. “Do you have condoms with you?”

“I do.” I walked over to where my wallet sat on the desk and pulled out the foiled packet.

“I want to put it on you,” she said. “I’ve never done it before.”

I loved that she was telling me what she wanted. I tore the foil packet open and handed it to her as I stood in front of her and stroked myself a few times. She rolled the latex over me before moving back to lie on the bed.

I moved toward her, hovering above, as her chest rose and fell quickly. She was nervous. “Hey, there’s no pressure here. If you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me, all right?”

“I don’t want to stop. I want this so much.” Her words were breathy and sexy as hell.

I settled between her thighs as she spread her legs wide for me.

I reached down, sliding the tip of my dick along her entrance, teasing her a bit before my mouth covered hers. I wanted her so fucking bad that it took everything I had to take this slow.

I slid in the slightest bit, and she gasped.

I was large. She was tight. This was going to take some time, and I needed her to be patient. “We’re going slow, Princess. I want you to adjust to me first so it doesn’t hurt. I want to make you feel so fucking good that all you’ll think about for days is my cock.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled me down to kiss her.

We kissed, devouring one another’s mouths, and I moved slowly. Inch by inch, and I groaned into her mouth, because nothing had ever felt so good. She urged me on, and I continued to slide into all that sweetness.

Slow.

Taking my time, torturing us both.

Once I was all the way in, I pulled back, squeezing my eyes closed as she gripped my cock like a fucking vise.

I looked down at her, and she was just staring up at me—needy and sexy and ready for more.

“You all right?”

“Never better. Stop holding back,” she said.

I reached for her hands, pinning them above her head with one of mine. I pulled back slowly and then drove back in as her head fell back on a moan, and she arched her tits toward me. I leaned down and sucked one hard peak between my lips as I pushed back into her. And we found our rhythm.

She met me thrust for thrust.

Over and over.

Faster.

Harder.

Needier.

I couldn’t see straight as everything started to blur.

I will not lose control.

“Easton,” she said my name on a gasp as she tightened around me. My hand moved between us, knowing just what she needed. My thumb barely grazed her clit when she exploded.

She shook and trembled, and I couldn’t look away. She was so fucking beautiful. I pulled back and drove into her.

Once.

Twice.

Bright lights exploded behind my eyelids as I came harder than I’d ever come before.

I continued pumping into her as my forehead fell forward.

When we slowed our movements, I lifted my head to look at her.

Her hands pinned above her head.

Her sapphire eyes glowing in the moonlight.

Half-mast and sated.

Her lips parted and cheeks flushed.

Fucking gorgeous.

It surprised me how much I liked having her in my bed. I kissed her as I pulled out of her slowly before moving to my feet. I walked to the bathroom and pulled off the condom before tying it off and dropping it in the trash.

I turned to look in the mirror.

What was I doing?

I wanted to keep her here.

But that wasn’t the plan.

I knew better.

I didn’t do this.

One and done.

That was my motto. It was safer that way. And I was a busy man. I didn’t need any more people relying on me.

I am not that guy.

My breathing escalated, and this overwhelming sense of panic surged through me.

“You all right in there?” she called out from the bed, and I splashed some water on my face and pulled my shit together.

I moved toward the bedroom, leaning against the wall. “I’m great. How about you?”

“I thought maybe you were having some kind of panic attack because you just slept with your boss’s daughter, and now you don’t know how to ask her to leave.” She chuckled as she pushed to her feet with the sheet wrapped around her. “No need to worry, Chadwick. I know what this was. And it was amazing. But I was planning to leave. I like to take a bath before I go to sleep anyway.”

She was looking around for her clothes when I rushed her and tossed her back onto the bed.

She was laughing hysterically now as I looked down at her. “You’re not going anywhere. I asked you to stay the night, and I meant it. Don’t even think of getting dressed.”

I pushed back up and made my way to the bathroom before turning on the tub. I glanced around and saw some bath salts, and I poured them into the water. I walked back into the room, and she was scrolling through her phone.

I marched toward her and took the phone from her hand and tugged the sheet away. She raised a brow, her gaze raking over me as I stood naked in front of her.

I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her against my chest, and she burst out in laughter. “Oh, my gosh. I’m naked. What are you doing?”

“I’m carrying you to the bathroom,” I said, setting her down on her feet in front of the tub.

“You ran me a bath?”

“You said you like to take baths before bed.” I studied her, my brows cinched together because I wanted to get this right.

We had one night together, and I wanted it to be good for her. I turned off the water and waited for her to speak.

“I do.” Her eyes were wide as she glanced over at the water and then back at me. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take a bath with you.” I climbed into the hot water and winced before I sat down and spread my legs for her to get in. She pulled the scrunchie from her wrist and tied her hair up in a knot on top of her head.

Her lips turned up in the corners, and she took my hand that I’d extended to her. “You take baths?”

“No. I haven’t taken a bath since I was three years old.”

She settled her back against my chest and moaned as she sank lower. Clearly, the woman liked baths.

She rolled onto her stomach. “So, why are you taking a bath now?”

I shrugged. “Don’t overthink it, Princess.”

“I’m not overthinking it. I’m asking a question, Chadwick.” She smirked.

“Well, I’m guessing that blow job this morning wasn’t something that you enjoyed as much as I did. But you did it because you knew I would enjoy it.”

“Did you just compare a bath to a blow job?” She chuckled.

“I know that this isn’t the norm for you—having a no-strings-attached fuck.”

“Wow. You have a real way with words, counselor.” She said.

“What do you call it?”

“A fling.”

“Okay. Well, I know that flings are not the norm for you. I wanted to make it nice.”

She smiled. “The orgasms were plenty impressive, but I’ve got to say, the bath is a nice finish to the one-nighter. Thank you.”

“Did you take a lot of baths with the stoner or the Harvard wannabe?” I inquired. I wanted to know more about Henley.

I wanted to know everything, if I were being honest, and I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

“No. Houston thought baths were disgusting. And Pete had eczema, so he was very particular about how much time he spent in the water.”

I barked out a laugh. “They both sound like assholes. First, they don’t know how to please their lady. They never made you come when they went down on you. And then they wouldn’t sit in a goddamn tub of water if it made you happy. What the fuck is wrong with them?”

“Well, when you put it that way.” She chuckled. “Thank you for sitting in a tub of hot water with me after rocking my world, Chadwick.”

“Happy to oblige, Princess.”

And I meant it.