And what he wanted was her.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He thrust in long passes, his balls hitting the curve of her backside as he shoved his way in.
And he felt spectacular. Despite the soreness she felt, her body was responding, lighting up under him. She could feel the delicious wave of pressure ready to go off.
“No one made you feel this way before.” It wasn’t a question.
But she only had one answer. “No one but you.”
She moaned as he leaned over, and his pelvis started to grind down on her clitoris.
An arrogant smile lit his face, but she was happy. That dumb masculine smile was beautiful and it seemed to have pushed all the demons away. He was Lee again. He leaned down, pressing his body to hers, covering her as he continued to fuck. “I’m glad, love. And I really will do all those nasty things to you. You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re together now. Do you understand?”
She didn’t exactly, but she knew he intended to keep her for a while, likely for his time in London, and that was really all she could ask for. She would explore with him and gather memories to keep her warm when he was gone. “Yes. We’re together.”
He kissed her again, his tongue surging in just as his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside and she went off. Her whole body tightened and released in a wave of surging pleasure.
Lee’s hands tightened on her as he thrust in one last time and gave himself over. His face was so open and honest as he came. He dove into her, giving up everything he had, and finally dropped on top of her, his head in the crook of her neck.
This was what she’d wanted. She wrapped herself around him. This closeness was what she’d longed for but now she knew it was so much sweeter because the sex itself had been deep and intimate.
He didn’t roll off her. He nuzzled down, his head in the crook of her neck, his big body pressing her into the mattress. “I didn’t sleep last night. I’m so tired now. I want to stay with you.”
She didn’t want him to go anywhere else. “You can stay as long as you like.”
His head came up, those emerald eyes searching hers. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You’re exactly what you seem to be.”
So he’d been hurt before, and that was what the whole possessive thing was about. She gave him a little smile. “I’m boring, Lee. I’m nearly thirty years old and I’m just starting to live. I don’t have anything to lie about.”
He kissed her, a little touch of his lips. “You’re far from boring.” He sighed and rolled off her. He walked off to her bathroom and when he came back he was yawning, his hair unkempt but that Greek god body still on full display. She couldn’t help but stare.
“Are you hungry?”
His lips kicked up. “Around you? Always. But I need to sleep, love. Is it going to bother you if I bed down for a couple of hours? You can wake me up at noon, and we’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the day. We can walk up the Thames and hit the Eye.”
She grinned. “I would love that. I’ve heard you can have champagne while you ride.”
He lay down, his face so much softer than before. He reached up and touched her cheek. “Champagne it is.” His gaze turned serious. “But while I’m sleeping, I have a job for you.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to get on the Internet and look up BDSM. I want you to read up on it because I want to take you to a club in a couple of days, and I need to know if you can handle it. I can keep this vanilla if you want, but I would love to show you my lifestyle.”
It was her turn to lean down and kiss him. He looked so perfect laying there, a big tiger among her fluffy feminine bedding. “I told you. I like strawberry.”
“Good. Because I intend to get your ass as pretty and pink as any strawberry.”
“Now wait a minute,” she said with a laugh. “I was talking about the flavor.”
“Yeah, I’ll get some more of that, too, baby. Though you really taste more like honey.” He yawned again.
He was such a dirty man, and she wouldn’t have him any other way. She got out of bed, reaching for her robe.
“No.” His body was laid out on the bed, but his eyes were on her.
“No?”
“No robe. No clothes. Stay naked for me.”
“You’ll be asleep.”
“And you’re alone in this apartment. Stay naked and think of me. If someone comes to the door you can have a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt to put on but no panties and no bra. Is that understood?”
She bit her bottom lip at the thought of walking around in her birthday suit. It seemed weird. “Is this that BDSM stuff?”
A single eye opened, but it was enough to send a little thrill through her. “Yes. This is that BDSM stuff, love. Obey me or we’ll talk about your punishment.”
The way he said the word “punishment” made it sound like it wouldn’t be such a horrible thing. Still. “All right. But can we talk about the bra?” Her boobs were really too big to leave swinging.
His eyes shut again. “I don’t know. Can we talk about anal plugs?”
So no bra then. “I’m good.”
“Thought you would be.” He sighed and turned, giving her a view of the most amazing backside she’d ever seen.
Ass. It was a gorgeous ass. Her boyfriend had a really great butt.
She quietly pulled her workout pants and a T-shirt out of her dresser and made her way to the shower.
* * * *
Thomas Molina stared at the report in front of him. No pictures yet, just a bunch of numbers and places and dates that made up the seemingly dull life of one Lee Aaron Donnelly. His Texas driver’s license photo was so grainy Thomas could barely make it out.
According to everything Malcolm had dug up in the last eighteen hours, Lee Donnelly was nothing. He had a paltry eight thousand dollars in his checking account and twenty in savings. He owned a small company that specialized in customizing kitchens, but he’d left it in the hands of his partner back in the States while he roamed around England.
He was a nobody.
And he was the man who had fucked Avery Charles the night before.
He’d listened in, his cock getting hard even as his stomach rolled. Avery had been quite the whore. He was rather sad that he hadn’t wired the flat for video, then he would have been able to watch her slut it up.