The Collision on Hardwood Drive (22 page)

I was completely exposed and vulnerable like this, but my body only grew hotter with expectation. He lifted the skirt of my dress until the fabric was bunched at my waist, allowing him to drag down my panties. He knelt at the foot of the bed as soon as he discarded the garment, spreading my legs wider to taste me.

I lifted my hips to meet his mouth, needing to feel more of his wet tongue pushing against my silken folds. His sensual licking intensified, and I shuddered involuntarily as I tried to grab his hair, the sheets, or—anything to delay the spasms threatening to overpower my body.


Rob
, I’m coming,” I groaned as I felt waves of pleasure flow through me, so powerful that I couldn’t stop them for even a second more. “Oh my
God
, it feels so good—”

I had never come so quickly, so easily, and so
hard
. All it had taken was the quick flick of his tongue.

He pressed his mouth to mine, letting me taste the sweet flavor of myself in his mouth. I wanted more from him. I wanted to come again and again, and I wanted to make
him
come. As though knowing exactly what I desired, he unbuckled his pants and settled himself on top of me, his throbbing cock pressed against my wet opening. I cried out as he drove into me, my nerves heightened by the orgasm I had mere seconds ago. He slid in and out of me, bringing me to the brink of climax once more within minutes.

“I’m going to come again,” I said, the words coming out in a breathy moan that I couldn’t contain, as I grew dizzier and dizzier from his hard cock rocking into me.
His gaze turned to molten lava as he watched me come. His brows drew together, his lips set in stone.

“I love being inside you,” he growled, panting as he slowed his thrusts.

My second orgasm rocked my body, coming stronger than the first. I fought the tie around my wrists, loving the sexual torment of bondage. A slow desire mounted between my legs a third time as Rob quickened his movements again. His thick cock throbbed against my inner walls as he reached up to untie me, flipping me over so I was on all fours. He steadied my hips and entered me again, slipping in deeper. He slapped my ass again and again, each strike coming down firm and swift.

The unexpected sting of pain shocked my body into an even deeper state of arousal. I was hungry for more—
primal
, even. He pulled me down on top of him, again shifting our positions so we faced each other. I lowered myself on to his cock and felt my clit rub against him. I could feel him pulsing inside me and knew that he was close—we both were.

He grabbed my ass as he rolled his hips up in a sensual circle, his strong finish surging through me. He gritted his teeth as he kept coming, the sensation of it pushing me over the edge into my third climax.


Fuck
,” he said, moaning as he held me tightly to him. Watching Rob come was more erotic than I ever could have imagined, a kind of intimacy unlike I’d ever known. His face registered pure undiluted pleasure and I had the satisfaction of knowing
I
’d been the cause of it.

I felt my body shake from the power of his orgasm, the feeling of it buzzing through my body and crashing through me as if it would last forever.
He crushed his nose next to mine as the last of his trembles subsided and nuzzled my neck, stroking my back like I was a kitten. I laced my fingers against his, pressing my bare breasts against the silk of the bed, his heart pounding wildly against mine. I lay on the bed, reduced to a satisfied puddle of pleasure. It took me several minutes to catch my breath. Rob shifted to curl his body against mine, propping himself up on his elbow and resting his chin in his hand to gaze down at me with tenderness in his eyes. When he spoke, his breath was like a warm, smoky breeze that penetrated my foggy mind.


I love you,” he said, softness gracing his voice.

He touched his lips to mine, not giving me the chance to tell him the feeling was mutual—but we both knew. I had loved him for so long now that it f
elt as if he had always known about my feelings. I couldn’t even remember what it was like when I didn’t have him in my life, didn’t have love in my heart for him.

As we kissed, slowly and passionately, after the staggering power of our tryst, we heard a loud commotion downstairs. “The results are in,” Rob said knowingly. His voice was surprisingly even. He seemed perfectly calm.

A loud knock on the door startled us both, and a voice calling out, “Mr. Huntley, your presence is requested downstairs,” confirmed his suspicions of the arrival of the results—
finally
.

We stumbled back into our clothes but left the rumpled bow tie sprawled on the bed. He tucked his shirt in his trousers as I slid into my golden gown. We looked at each other, our eyes wide and waiting in expectation for the news. I smoothed my hair back. He raked a hand through his.

We shared one deliriously happy grin as we tried to make ourselves look presentable. My knees were still weak, and my mind raced, his words looping in my head endlessly:
I love you. I love you. I love you.

Every fiber of my being wanted to stop him before we left this room, to tell him how much I loved him, too, even though it should be obvious. I was too dazed by the crash of his feelings to speak, anyway. I opened my mouth, but my voice snagged on a lump in my throat.

I couldn’t get over it.

“Mr. Huntley?” the voice at the door said again, sounding more insistent this time.

“Be right there,” he said finally. Turning back to me, he smiled. “This is it. Ready?”

He held out his hand to me, and I took it without pause, lacing our fingers.

“Ready,” I said. Whatever happened next, we would have each other. I squeezed his hand as he pulled the door open, stopping him momentarily. “Rob?”

He turned to me, beautiful gray eyes waiting and expectant.

“I love you, too,” I whispered, almost frightened by how much I meant it.

He flashed me his trademark smile, the one that melted my heart each time, and squeezed my hand back. He knew.

As we made our way down the stairs, the commotion grew louder and louder until it became clear that the sounds were ones of enthusiasm. Cheers echoed through the high ceilings, and people gathered at the base of the staircase, clapping excitedly as they saw Rob. We looked at each other, wide smiles breaking across our faces.

“I guess it’s good news!” I whispered, my heart bursting with pride as I hugged him tightly.

“Speech! Speech!” The crowd began to chant and continued until a microphone was passed to the foot of the stairs where we stood. Rob took it with a humble smile and cleared his throat, silencing the audience.

“Friends, family, colleagues…” He paused, looking around the room at each smiling face beaming up at him. “I am so honored to have you all by my side as I accept control of the board of General Industries, Inc.”

He voice was drowned out for a moment as another cheer erupted from the crowd. It continued strongly and passionately, until Rob held a hand up to silence them once more. His face shone with delight.

“I couldn’t have done this alone. I want to thank everyone who made this accomplishment possible—words aren’t enough to express how truly grateful I am for your support.”

He paused again, looking around the crowd before his eyes finally landed on me as he turned. My breath left my body as he smiled more beautifully than ever before.

“I’d like to thank this beautiful woman standing here beside me. She pulled me through these past few weeks. She—” He paused to bring my hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across my fingers as I blushed furiously. “—is Stephanie Monroe, my fiancée.”

I gasped.
Did I hear him right?
I looked at him, the question written all over my face as my head spun out of control. He pulled me close and nodded before I even asked him anything, pressing his forehead to mine.

The crowd gathered around us cheered once more—this time for both of us. Their applause thundered in my ears as Rob dipped me to lay a long, deep kiss on my mouth. I had no idea what a life with Rob would be like, but I had every intention of finding out.

*

I’d write more but I’ve
got
to tell Claire all this over a warm cup of brew, she is not going to believe it!

 

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