It didn't matter how many times she would go running headfirst into danger chasing her own adrenaline rush because nothing else made her feel like this, like I did.
When I palmed her breasts, she choked out a cry. "East, God, I'm so damn close."
"And I haven't even gotten to the good part yet."
"There is no need to be cocky, sir."
I chuckled, and lifted my hips so she could feel just how cocky I was.
We both choked out laughs then. When was the last time I had been able to laugh with somebody during a shag? When was the last time I was on the brink of orgasm from essentially making out with someone?
It had been so long, so damn long. That the sheer pleasure of having her over me grinding on top of me with all her clothes on was somehow nearly just as pleasurable as what we'd done in the pub earlier.
"Oh my God, East. I just… I want you so much."
When I palmed her full breast in my hand, I could feel it, the flood of blood straight to the tip of my cock, and I wanted to come. Jesus Christ, I wanted to come so bad. Just explode, in my trousers, like a bloody teenager.
Nyla's breathing was in short, breathy pants. "Oh God, East. There's just something about being with you. Why is it always this good?"
"It always will be." I whispered those words against her lips, and I knew she was mine forever. I was just going to have to convince her. And I was going to do my level best to keep convincing her until she believed me. And then I could see it. Her eyes widening, her pupils so dilated that her eyes were black with only the whiskey brown of her irises around the edges. And I could feel her shudder in my arms, her climax taking over, forcing her whole body to arch and buck against me. "Yeah, that's it. God, I love to watch you."
And that was it for me. Even though, we were fully clothed, had a bedroom ten steps away where I could come inside her where she was warm and slick and wet. But I was too far gone. Watching her over me, completely giving herself to me in this moment, I couldn't hold back anymore. My climax seized hold of my balls, shooting an electric lightning bolt straight through them, up my spine and into my head, and all I saw was the edges of my vision go gray, and her dark eyes as she watched me fall over the cliff with her.
Chapter Six East
I licked the cream off of Nyla's belly, causing her to giggle and say, "That tickles."
"Sorry, but you looked delectable. Besides, I can't have you going to bed with whipped cream on you."
She laughed. "We're on the living room floor. I sort of counted on a shower before bed."
I frowned. "Well, I suppose you do get your stitches out tomorrow. It won't be the end of the world if that shoulder gets a little wet."
She reached up and pulled me close and our lips slid together. God, it was so fucking easy with her. Such an ease of movement, an ease of living. I could do this forever.
Easy now. Don't scare her. No need to run her off yet.
She might not know where this was going, but I knew. I'd just let her warm up to the idea first. She’d only just forgiven me.
When she pulled back, she smiled up at me. "So, are you going to tell me?"
I feigned ignorance. "Tell you what?"
"How beautiful I am?"
I laughed and then nuzzled my nose with hers before kissing along her jaw. "You are stunning, but I think I already showed you how gorgeous I think you are."
"Why, East Hale, beauty is not just about my body."
I glanced down into her beautiful hazel eyes. "Oh, trust me, I know. But the part my dick likes the best is your body. Sorry. I wish I could say he was really, really attracted to your brain, though he does like it when you fight with me. But mostly, it's your ass." I grinned down at her, and she whacked my arm. "Okay, okay, you have a beautiful smile too."
"Stop it.”
I laughed, pulling her up with me, and then tucking her onto my lap, with my back against the couch. The impromptu picnic on the living room rug happily became a naked snack. But I’d reluctantly let her put on a T-shirt, and then I'd put on my boxers and T-shirt as well. "Okay, I have news. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
She waved her hand dismissively and looped her arms around my neck. "Tell me.”
”You know how we found evidence of a crash during the regatta that was pictured in Jameson’s office?”
"Yeah, all the boys were accounted for though."
"Well, not exactly. While a couple of them claimed that they saw Henry Warlow after that, there was no activity on any of his credit cards or his bank accounts. His landlord said that he saw him once from a distance. But no one else spotted him again afterward.”
"What? So you think he was on the boat and died, and nobody noticed?"
I shook my head. "Not exactly. What if he’s not the one who died?"
She blinked. “Are you saying that Walter Jameson was the one who died? And what? Warlow took his place?”
I shrugged. "I don't know. But the contents of Jameson’s vault were interesting.”
She frowned as I reached over to my tablet. “How so?”
I kissed her on the forehead and then pulled up the image I'd taken of the letter which was now in my very own safe. I flipped it around to her, and she
