Page 50 of Beautiful Killer

“So perfect,” I said against her ear, because she was. The woman was utter perfection.

I did up her jeans, took her hand, scooped up my camera bag, and led her back downstairs to the car. She followed, and the way she gripped my hand, I knew she was as desperate for me as I was for her. We got in the car and I headed for my warehouse. I knew exactly what was going to happen when we got there and so did she. Neither one of us was going to stop it. I’d decided to leave her alone after last night—I was full of shit. I wasn’t ready for that. Despite what I knew was healthy.

As soon as the warehouse’s roller door slid shut behind us, I was out of the car. She met me at the front and I took her hand again, not letting go as I disarmed the alarm and led her inside, across the floor, and up to my bed. I could have pushed her to the floor and fucked her there, that’s how much I wanted inside her, but she deserved better than that. I couldn’t give her much, but I could make this good, I could show her that even if all we could have was this, she wasn’t just some nameless piece of ass. No, it couldn’t ever be more, a relationship, but she meant something to me.

As soon as we hit the room she turned to me, coming at me. Her chest collided with mine and I gripped her shirt, dragging it over her head. We went at each other then, tearing each other’s clothes off until we were both naked. I dropped to the bed. “Climb on,” I said, voice about ten octaves lower than usual.

As soon as she’d straddled my hips, though, I tugged her higher. I said I’d be inside her as soon as we walked in, but I wanted her riding my mouth first. She caught on to what I wanted and quickly moved higher, thighs straddling either side of my head, hands going to the wall for support. Shit, perfect. I gripped her ass and slid my tongue through her slick pussy, growling at her taste. I looked up as I ate her, watching the way she moved, the way her eyes closed and she bit her lip, face flushed, tits jiggling.

I was pretty sure I could come like this, without her even touching my dick. There was nothing hotter than watching Sunny work herself up on my mouth.

Her eyes snapped open suddenly and she looked down at me, mouth dropping open. One of her hands dropped to my head, fingers thrusting into my hair and fisting as she rolled her hips. “Yes!” she cried. Then she was coming against my mouth, calling my name while she rode it out. She went slack, leaning on the wall and I pulled her down my body and flipped us, so she was on her back.

“Gonna fuck you now, Sunshine.”

She blinked up at me, sliding her hands around my neck. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”

Fuck.

I shoved her legs wide, positioned, and slammed in deep. Motherfucker. The way her pussy gripped me, shit, I thought I’d lose my mind. I definitely lost my control. I fucked into her with everything I had, while she clung to me, absorbing every wild, hard thrust I gave her.

“Baby,” she rasped. “I’m going to . . . ahhh.”

Then she was clamping down on me so hard, my eyesight fucking blacked out—that, plus the way she’d just called me baby, I was gone, roaring as I blew the hell up. I pumped into her, giving it to her, letting her feel every hard pulse of my cock as she took me there. She wrung me dry, her body working me until I had nothing left and I collapsed on top of her. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her to her side so I didn’t squash her.

Lying like this, I could feel the way her heart was pounding—almost as fast as mine.

I absorbed it, wasn’t moving from this spot. Right then, I didn’t care about anything but Sunny in my bed.

We weren’t going anywhere for the rest of the damn day.