Page 7 of Just One More Moment

Tonight he’d seen glimpses of the real woman behind the professional façade she normally kept in place. She joked with him, stood up to him, and shown him raw emotion. And he liked it. All things he’d have to think about later because she raised her hips and he thrust deep, stilling inside her.

The warmth and sweetness of her pussy enveloped him and he took a moment to savor the tight grip of her sex, the warmth of her body. And the need for her alone. He brushed a kiss over her lips before he began to move, sliding out and plunging back in.

They were joined in an explosion of need. She met each thrust, taking all he had and giving back in return. Over and over, he drove into her, need spiraling inside him. His balls drew up and his spine tingled. He was about to come, something he wouldn’t let happen until she climaxed first.

Remembering how she’d come before, he cupped one breast in his hand and tweaked her nipple hard. She shook, rubbing herself against him each time he slammed deep, and then she stilled, moaned, and came apart in his arms.

Two more thrusts and he joined her, rocking her against the wall until his legs felt like Jell-O and it was hard to hold her up along with himself. Still inside her, he focused on getting his breathing to regulate so he could take off the condom and get them into bed.

He lifted his forehead off hers and met her gaze, unable to read her expression. Was she with him or feeling regret?

Before he could ask if she was okay, she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him full on the lips. And the world as he knew it tilted on its axis.

***

Raven didn’t sleep.It wasn’t because she and Remy had stumbled into bed for a repeat performance, though they had. And it wasn’t because she’d let herself indulge in all things Remy Sterling. No, she tossed and turned beside him because of that kiss she’d given him while he was still inside her after their first time.

She’d gone into this wanting to chalk the whole night up to a one-time thing but that kiss and the expression on his face told her he had real feelings. And so did she. Too bad she couldn’t let herself enjoy them.

She sighed and glanced at his handsome profile. He breathed in and out, sleeping easily. But he didn’t have a past that was going to return and destroy the life he’d built. Raven’s sociopath brother might be in prison now but he wouldn’t stay there forever. The last thing he’d said after she testified against him was,I’ll get even. And Lance never said anything he didn’t mean.

She’d already moved twice after he’d sent men who’d gotten out of prison before him to stop by and reiterate his warning. Lance meant business and she couldn’t risk having feelings foranyone.Because if her brother figured out she cared for someone, that she had a weakness, he’d hurt them in order to get to Raven. He’d done it once before.

And the last person she wanted hurt was Remy.

This whole night had probably been one big error in judgment and though she couldn’t bring herself to regret it, she couldn’t repeat it, either.

Her chest was heavy as she contemplated leaving before he woke up, but she was stronger than that. The least she could do was face him after such a spectacular night. Besides, she’d have to see him at work on Monday anyway, she thought and let out a sigh.

“I can hear you thinking,” Remy said, his voice deep and amused.

He wouldn’t be if he knew what she’d been considering. She pushed herself up and leaned against the pillows and headboard, pulling the sheet over her breasts.

“No need to hide, sweetheart. I’ve already seen… and tasted all of you.”

Her cheeks burned at the memory of him doing exactly that. “Listen, Remy. Last night was amazing but—”

“No buts. We had fun. Don’t overthink things. Okay?”

All she did was overthink, Raven thought.

She met his gaze and was struck hard by how sexy he looked with his extra morning scruff and mussed hair. The desire to run her fingers through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest was strong but she refrained.

She managed a nod. If he was going to take things so lightly, it made it easier for her to, as well. Though, with the way he was studying her through narrowed eyes, and knowing he had a shrewd personality, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure she believed his nonchalance.

But she’d go with it. “Good. I’m glad we agree.” She removed the sheet and slid out of the bed, not surprised when he grasped her wrist.

“There’s no reason to rush, is there? I can think of more fun things we can do this morning.”

The tenor in his deep voice rumbled through her in the sexiest way and it was so hard not to slide back beneath the sheets along with him.

“I would… but I can’t.” She knew she had to give him something akin to the truth. “My life is way more complicated than you know and it’s just better if I go,” she said, pushing herself to her feet, aware of her nudity.

“Okay.”

Okay?She spun around and wished she hadn’t. He sat back, arms crossed over his broad chest, completely masculine and sexy. And he watched her, a barely-there smirk on his handsome face.

“Change your mind?” he asked.