An aching tightness grew inside her as the bedroom filled with the sounds of their robust fucking. How could it be any better than this?
Throwing her head back with abandon, she let out a keening moan, put her hands on her boobs, and balls-out went on the ride of her life.
He watched her face and knew when she started to fall behind. Hot, sticky pleasure poured from her body. The squeezing of his cock with her inner muscles became involuntary. Sexual tension turned to desperation. She didn’t have much more to give.
The soft cry she made sounded miles away as her brain started melting. “Edward, please.”
The second the words were out of her mouth, his hands grabbed her waist so she no longer had control.
“You will hold absolutely still. I mean it,” he commanded, his fingers digging into her flesh.
She grabbed onto his shoulders in order to remain upright, shuddering with desire as she sat impaled on his hard shaft.
“Do you like that, baby? My big cock deep inside you?”
“Ahhh.” That was all she had.
He smacked her butt, which made her pussy clench. Oh, the devil.
Then he did something that there were no words to explain. His knees pulled up and his feet dug in as he slowly lifted his midsection until her knees left the bed and she was dangling. His shaft was so deep she started to tremble and whimper from the sensation. His muscle control was as impressive as his cock.
She came in a rush, her hips wildly jerking as the spasms left her senseless. “That’s my good girl,” Edward purred. “Come all over my cock. Make it wet and slick so I can fuck you the way you need.”
What? There was more? Blinding convulsions overtook her body. She did more than come, crying, “Oh god, Edward,” over and over until there was nothing.
As she drifted, shaking uncontrollably while the spasms slowly calmed, he rolled them and framed her face with his hands.
“Now, we fuck, my beautiful lady, and you will come again because you won’t be able to help it.”
Her mouth opened, but nothing sounding like words formed. Mostly, she moaned.
When he levered back, grabbed her legs, and put them over his shoulders, shit got serious in a hurry. Her insides clenched. He went deeper. She closed her eyes and arched. He grunted.
“Fuck,” Edward roared as all pretense of control eluded both of them. Bucking wildly, he hammered home with blazing ferocity. The sound of their bodies slamming together punctuated each thrust.
Impossibly, another orgasm began building only this one threatened to shatter Paige into a million pieces. Flailing blindly, she touched his face; he kissed her fingers, tonguing the palm of her hand.
“How do you like mornings now?”
His thrusts got harder and deeper, fast then slow. Her body felt like she was free falling.
“Now, Paige. Come with me now, sweetheart.”
The dam broke. Every muscle went berserk. Her neck corded from the exquisite tension and mind-blowing release. She screamed or maybe she whimpered. Two sides of the same coin. He was hoarsely crying out her name while his powerful hips jerked wildly as he came inside her.
A filmy darkness wrapped around her. The last thing her mind processed was the sound of his voice calling out to her and the sensation of her body’s honeyed response.
“I’m afraid to turn my phone on.”
Not a feeling he couldn’t understand. They’d deliberately switched off last night, so the Hollywood thing didn’t overtake the evening. At the time, neither of them had anticipated that the temporary disconnect would last overnight and drag on well into the next morning.
Paige was sitting on his lap at the table while they picked at a fruit bowl and made out like horny high school kids. It was ten thirty and they were just getting around to joining the human race, courtesy of an off-the-hook morning fuckfest that went from his bed, to the shower, and ended in the dressing room with his dick in her mouth. She’d licked her lips like a well-fed cat afterward, saucily declaring, “Protein for breakfast.”
He was enjoying the private bubble they were in and was dragging his feet about letting the world intrude.
He popped a red grape into her mouth. “Mmm. Yum. Anyway, maybe I should have called Carolyn last night. What do you think? Is it too late?”
Oh, it was most definitely too late. By now, she’d placed the bait and cell phones were lighting up all over town. “Mickey’s got her under control. She jumped at the chance to impress the old fuck.”
She quieted and sat in deep thought. “Think we should call our parents?”
Their folks would be contacted in due time, but there was something else they needed to deal with first. Something he’d decided on at daybreak that only became more important as the morning wore on.
“We’ll do all that later. There’s something we need to talk about before any phone calls are made.”
She looked at him quizzically. Probably because he made that statement sound like a call to DEFCON 3.
“Come on,” he said, rising from his seat and placing her on the floor. Taking her hand, he led them into his study and got her comfortable on the loveseat. On a deep breath, he paused a nanosecond to consider what he was doing. Mind made up,he kissed her forehead, said, “Hang on a sec,” and strode from the room.
Where the hell had he left his suit jacket last night?
Scanning the deck outside the big windows, then sweeping the kitchen and living room, he dashed for the pile of expensive fabric he’d left in a crumpled mess on the floor.
Searching the inside pocket, he caught the velvet pouch with his fingers and pulled it out. To the sound of a heart that was wildly beating, he pried open the little jewelry bag and felt around inside till he felt the ring.
In seconds, he was back in the study. Stumbling to a halt when he caught sight of her, his heart quieted. She was his perfect match. The missing piece. This felt right. Fate had brought them together. Love would keep them from ever parting.
“I love you, Paige, and I want more than anything for you to be happy.”
Her soft smile gave him hope.
Well, there was nothing to do but to throw down and hope he wasn’t screwing the pooch.
Going to a knee in front of her, he went for broke. “No outside noise, babe. It’s just you and me, right?”
She nodded jerkily, her eyes going huge. Clearing his throat, he let his heart choose the words then got the hell out of the way.
“Paige Marie Turner … my life changed forever the day we met, and I’m not talking about Gideon Shaw or your part in his creation.”
“Edward,” Paige mumbled, but he cut her off.
“Let me finish, love, and then I promise, it’ll be your turn.”
“I love you,” she hastily blurted.
“Hold that thought, okay?”
He took another deep breath and let it fly. “You’re my best friend and the only person I think about calling when good shit happens. Or the bad stuff, too. You make me laugh when I don’t want to and think when I’m out of control. I love that you have a never-ending supply of wintergreen breath mints and that you imagine for even half a second that you need to work out. Each morning when I go to work, I can’t wait to see what you’re wearing and look forward to your bitching about the piss poor service at your local Starbucks.”
That got a nervous laugh out of her. She lived to complain about the ubiquitous coffee chain.
“For years, I’ve dreamed of crossing that invisible line we thought would stop us from fucking up our friendship. You’re in my thoughts all the time, and I’m hoping the same is true for you.”
He opened his hand and picked up the delicate Art Deco ring by the band. With it held in the space between them, he kept this part short and simple.
“I’ve never loved anyone before you, Paige, and now … after everything, I know for sure I’ll never love anyone else. It’s that simple. So, just you and me, babe. No one else is here, and no one else matters. Will you marry me? For really real. I swear to you by all that’s holy that your happiness means more to me than my own, but if you say no, I won’t stop asking. We’re meant to be in this together, sweetheart.”