He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I lean down and kiss his mouth gently, as his hands wander, not leaving any part of me untouched.
“Love this ass,” he sighs, feeling each cheek and slapping twice for good measure. “I want to be inside you, Anna.”
I want the exact same thing.
“Condom?”
He curses.
“I’m on the pill, if you’re—”
He exhales, eyes on my mouth. “I’m clean, Anna.”
“Jill?”
“Got tested after her, I wouldn’t put you in any danger, Anna.”
Staring into his brown eyes, I nod and take his hard cock in my hand and slide him into me. I’m dripping wet, but I go slowly, the wide girth of him stretching me. I push down, lowering myself on him until he’s completely inside me. His jaw clenches, but his eyes never leave mine, the connection between us stronger than ever before.
“Fuck me, Anna,” he demands, sitting up slightly and capturing a beaded nipple into his mouth. I move forward, my body doing as it’s naturally inclined, lifting myself up and down on his length.
I’ve never felt anything better.
My jaw drops open and my eyes squeeze shut as I just feel, surrendering to the pleasure. Suddenly Arrow rolls us over so he’s on top and starts to fuck me with an intensity that should scare me but doesn’t. It turns me on even more.
“Eyes open, Anna,” he commands as mine fall shut. “I want to see those beautiful green eyes as I’m fucking you.”
I moan in response, spreading my legs wider, silently begging for more, my eyes fluttering open. “Arrow—”
He kisses me, cutting off my begging. My nipples rub against his chest and he reaches down to play with my clit. When he starts to kiss and lick my neck, my orgasm builds to a point of no return. I come—saying his name over and over again, as he continues to pleasure my body with exquisite torture.
Too much.
Not enough.
I wanted more.
I never want him to stop.
When I come back to myself, I study his expression.
He cups my face, staring down at me as he comes, his body jerking above me.
I’ve never seen something so spectacular as his body.
Muscles rippling, covered with a light sheen of sweat, braced above me. His hair falling into his face, his eyes—filled with pleasure—drilling into mine. I pull his beard down, lowering his face so I can kiss his mouth.
He smiles then, and it lights up my world.
Grinding his hips into me, he says, “I want to stay here forever.”
I smile, then lower his head to my breast, which is waiting for attention.
There is no way in hell we are done with each other just yet.
* * *
It is official.
I need to increase my stamina.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I complain, sitting up and letting my eyes roam over his naked body. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of the view.
Arrow chuckles deeply. “You’ll get used to me soon enough.”
Gripping my waist with his fingers, he pulls me back to rest against his body.
“Do you think anyone heard me?” I ask quietly, the thought of Rake hearing me making me cringe. “If my brother heard me screaming your name I’m leaving this clubhouse and never coming back.”
“There’s nothing the people around here haven’t seen or heard, so don’t stress over it,” is all he says.
Was I that loud?
I kind of want to die.
I bury my face in his chest and groan. Arrow runs his hand through my hair, gently pulling apart the tangles.
“Does your face hurt?” I ask.
He sighs. “No, it doesn’t.”
“You lie.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Stubborn.”
“Babe, we get into fights all the time. It isn’t a big deal,” he says softly.
“It should be,” I mutter, then press my lips against his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “You working tonight?”
I nod and pick up my phone. It is three o’clock already.
“Holy shit, we’ve been in bed for hours! Yeah, and Reid will kick my ass if I’m not there.”
“No one’s going near your ass except me.”
I roll my eyes at that, then slide out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower, eat something, then get ready for work.”
Arrow rolls onto his stomach, showing off his tight ass.
“Nice buns.”
He makes a sound of amusement, glancing up at me while I check him out. Moving from that delectable ass, I take in his dragon tattoo and the muscles in his back. “Not bad for an old man.”
He flashes me a boyish grin. “Who you calling old?”
“Not me, that’s for sure.”
He pushes up on all fours, grabs me and pins me underneath him. “Yet you’re the one who couldn’t keep up with me, hmmmm.”
I narrow my eyes. “I haven’t had sex in a while, so excuse me if I was tired after three rounds.”
He presses his lips to mine, his tongue licking—begging entrance. When I open for him, he kisses me hungrily, hands on either side of my face. When he pulls back he looks at me and says, “Can’t wait to be back inside you tonight.”
“Tonight? I’m going back to my apartment after work tonight,” I tell him.
“The fuck you are. You think you can give me one taste, then walk away?”