Page 72 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

She got out, chuckling and hunching her shoulders against the strong gusts of wind. “We ate less than two hours ago. I’m still full.”

He moved through the garage to the kitchen door and pulled her inside, then pressed her up against the wall and threw her bags on the table as he kicked the door shut. “I didn’t say anything about being hungry for food.”

She grinned as she curled her fingers in his belt loops. “We both have to go to work.”

“In fifteen minutes.” He went after her jaw with playful nibbles, then snagged her ear with his teeth. “That’s plenty of time to get the job done.”

Her breathing changed, growing unsteady, as her chilly hands wandered beneath his shirt and up his back. “Are you sure?”

“I promise. Less than ten minutes.” He captured her mouth in a deep kiss and lifted her off her feet. “We can try for five,” he said against her lips.

She moaned, teasing his tongue with hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He hurried up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom, collapsing with her onto the bed. “Damn, I’ve got a craving for you.” He unzipped her fleece and lifted her shirt, immediately going after her breasts, taking turns sucking on her nipples through her bra.

She gasped as she tugged on his belt, then his button and zipper. “Nate, hurry. Let’s hurry,” she whispered in a breathless chant.

“You’ve got it.” He pulled off his jacket and threw it to the floor, then yanked off her shoes and yoga pants and sent her panties to the carpet in a heap with the rest.

“Get inside me,” she begged, shoving his jeans down his hips and thighs.

“If I could I would.” He reached across the mattress and opened the drawer, grabbing a condom from the box—one of the last they had. “I need to get more—should have when we were at the pharmacy.” He rolled it on, shoved her knees to her chest, and plunged himself deep.

Her eyes grew wide as they both moaned, and he pumped a frantic rhythm.

“Faster,” she whispered, clutching at his wrists as she began to tremble. “Go faster, Nate.”

He slammed himself inside her as her breath caught and she climaxed on a loud cry.

He groaned as she tightened around him, her rhythmic throbbing urging him to follow.

“Again,” she gasped. “I’m going to come again.”

Picking up his pace, he waited for her to call out before he grunted and let himself go. Completely spent and out of breath, he collapsed on top of her and buried his face close to her neck, breathing in the scent of her soap and shampoo. “See, five minutes—seven tops,” he said in between gasps.

She chuckled, locking her legs around his waist. “You did promise.”

He lifted his head and grinned. “I think that should get us through the day.”

She slid her fingers through his hair as she hummed her agreement. “Maybe even a couple.”

He frowned. “Let’s not get carried away.”

She laughed. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You’re still in a daze.”

“That must be it.”

He captured one of her hands and kissed it, then laced their fingers and let their hands rest against the bed. “We didn’t get much of a chance to talk on the drive home—the downfall of a quick commute.”

“I love our quick commute.”

“How are you feeling?”

A sly grin spread across her face. “Excellent.”

He smiled.