Page 237 of Hot for the Boss

So slowly it makes my teeth grit, I force patience—even though I have none left. “Why isn’t it right? You’re not attached. Neither am I.”

I plunge home again, balls slapping against her ass. She gasps, and her body sucks at me greedily. I clench my teeth. Damn, the woman sets me on fire.

“Oh!” she gasps, clearly fighting the pleasure. “But who do you think of when you’re inside me?”

Crazy question. “You. Always you.”

I maneuver another withdrawal that makes her hiss in pleasure, then another hard bump against her G-spot as I ram deep. I feel release boiling in my balls, barely under control. I drag in a breath, fight to keep my head. Damn, how am I going to maintain enough control to show her who I really am and help her understand how she truly feels about me?

“I’m thinking of someone else.”

I stop. Dead stop. A curse hovers on my tongue. Who the fuck is she thinking of when I’m buried balls deep inside her? Who’s the son of a bitch she wants more than me?

My brain breaks free of the lust-induced haze, and I remember that Lauren doesn’t know who I am.

Yet.

Forcing myself to relax—and hoping I haven’t read the situation wrong—I pump into her body again, once more, a light tease of flesh on flesh. Slow. Designed to inflame, not satisfy.

Her sex clamps down on me again. Much more of that, and she’ll short-circuit my brain.

“Who are you thinking of?” I demand. “You can tell me.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers.

I tease her again with another friction-filled stroke and raise her need another notch. “You can. I’ll pretend to be him if you need.”

“No,” she gasps. “I’ve been pretending. I want the real thing now.”

Great news…if she’s actually thinking of Noah. “You think you can’t come without him now?”

Even as she lifts her hips in invitation, conflicting words tumble from her mouth. “I don’t want to.”

“I don’t think your body is going to give you a choice.” I fill her with ruthless strokes of my cock. “Neither am I.”

The time for words is over. I’m going to strip her of control and learn the goddamn truth.

Fitting her hips into my hands, I lift her to my cock and let loose, sinking into her with every hard inch, every bit of power I possess. I drag my head against the sensitive flesh inside, just behind her clit, then slam down, grinding against her, hitting the little knot of nerves on the outside, too.

“Lauren,” I growl in her ear. “Sugar, I love being inside you. I want you to come so hard for me. Do it…”

She can’t resist for long. Soon, panting, writhing, she tightens around my cock, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. She mewls and wraps her legs around me, tightening…tightening until her pussy is like a vise.

Pulses flutter around me, and I clench my teeth to stave off my own need to climax. She’s close…so close. An indrawn gasp. Another.

“What’s his name?” I demand. “In your mind, who are you fucking? Who’s about to make you come?”

Around me, she closes her eyes and her sheath flutters again, harder. Then she clamps down on me in one wild beat and she screams, “Noah!”

Yes. God, yes. She’s thinking of me. She wants me inside her bed, her body. Hopefully, her life, too.

By some miracle and a lot of grinding of teeth, I manage to hold off my own desperate need for ecstasy as I pump her through her raging orgasm.

Then, with a vicious yank, I rip off the mask. “Open your eyes!”

Lauren’s lashes flutter up from her flushed cheeks, slowly rising. Her gaze fastens on my naked, moonlit face.

She blinks once. Again. Confusion filters across her face, drawing her brows down in something near a frown. My heart pounds as I grit my teeth and wait. Sweat pours across my skin as I force myself still, fighting the urge—the instinct—to pound deep inside her until she acknowledges me. Until she accepts not just the lust, but the undeniable need and emotion boiling between us.