“I am?” She smiles down at me, decidedly happy with that compliment.

“You are.” I lap at her now, from her pussy all the way to her clit and back down again. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling in the best way. She’s sweet. Just a bit tangy.

Perfect.

“Eli, I want you inside me.”

“I’ll get there.”

“No, really.” I glance up at her tone. “This is so good, but I really want to feel you inside me. Please.”

I kiss my way back up her delectable body, rest my hard cock against her folds, and prop myself on my elbows beside her head, careful to keep my weight off of her.

She takes my face in her hands and pulls me down to kiss her thoroughly, lapping at my lips, licking every drop of her own juices off of me, and if that isn’t the sexiest fucking thing ever, I don’t know what is.

I pull my hips back, and Kate reaches between us to wrap her little fingers around me, making my eyes fucking cross, then guides me inside her in one long, slow stroke.

“Oh, God,” she whispers, her green eyes never leaving mine. “You always feel so good.”

“It’s all you, cher,” I reply.

She shakes her head and bites my lip. “It’s us.”

I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers, unable to keep from moving any longer. She squeezes around me with each thrust in the most amazing way, making my balls lift and tighten, my spine tingle.

I’m not going to last like this.

“Look at me,” she says softly.

“Bossy thing, aren’t you?” I say as my eyes find hers. She doesn’t reply. She simply lifts her legs higher on my hips and clamps down, hard, her pussy rippling as she comes in waves.

She doesn’t cry out. She just grips onto my arms and lifts her head off the bed, resting her forehead on my chest as she comes harder than I’ve ever felt her. I’m helpless to stop the orgasm that tears through me, also so damn strong, but quiet.

She lies back and smiles up at me, trying to catch her breath.

“That’s the best medicine ever.”

I grin. “You’ll never hear me complain.”

I brush loose tendrils of hair off her sweaty cheeks and kiss her forehead, her nose, and her lips. When I move to pull out, she holds me close. “Not yet.”

I’d move the earth for her right now if I could.

Her fingertips glide up and down my back, to my ass, then up again lazily. “I have to go to the office today,” she murmurs.

I frown. “I thought you were done.”

“I need to put together the last of my reports, then I need to pack.”

Her eyes are sad as she looks up at me, almost as though she’s silently begging me to ask her to stay. “When are you leaving?” I ask instead.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“I want to spend every minute with you.”

She smiles, then shakes her head.

“You don’t have to. We know this is finished, Eli. We can just cut it off.”

“No, I don’t want that.” I kiss her lips softly. “I want to spend every minute with you that you’re here. I’ll take you to the airport myself.”

“Why?”

I swallow hard and call myself a selfish fucking bastard, and a coward, when I say, “Because I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

“And if I am?” she asks. I pull up so I can clearly look her in the eye.

“Are you?”

She bites her lip, thinking about her response, and then finally shakes her head quickly. “No.”

“Okay then. When are we going to the office?”

“After you fuck me again.”

She grins naughtily and squeezes my ass, and just like that, I’m hard again.

“You know what those filthy words to do me.”

“No, what do they do?” she asks with wide, innocent eyes.

“This,” I whisper against her lips as I begin moving inside her again. “I’ll just keep reminding you until you figure it out.”

“Maybe I’ll stop using the dirty words.”

“Oh, I think we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

***

“Here.” I walk into Kate’s bedroom and hand her a glass of lemonade. She’s been working most of the afternoon, packing her things. Why I’m here watching, I have no idea. The only explanation I have is I’ve suddenly become a masochist.

Because this fucking hurts.

“Thanks.” She grins, kisses me quickly, then returns to neatly folding her sexier than fuck underwear and placing them in a suitcase.

“I haven’t seen these before.” I retrieve a pair of leopard print boy shorts from the bag and hold them up. “I like these. Put them on.”

“No.” She laughs and snatches them out of my hand, refolds, and returns them to the case, right after I pull a purple, lacy thong out.

“Wow. I haven’t seen this either.” It’s dangling from my index finger when she grabs it and glares at me as she folds and replaces it.

“Stop undoing everything I’m doing.”

“I just want to know why you’ve been withholding sexy underwear from me. You know how much I love it.”

“I haven’t been withholding it,” she laughs with a shake of the head, making her hair move about her shoulders.

My fingers itch to dive into that thick, soft hair.

So they do.