More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill

opening again as he flexed hard and drove in deep in one fast thrust. His gaze fixed on hers, the sensation of their connection indescribable. The sensual moan she let escape upon his entry pushed him so quickly to the edge, he had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from coming that second. His body hovered over hers, his arms locked and caging her on the bed beneath him as he slowly thrust and rolled into her heat.
    Sasha was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her lush breasts, which he hadn’t even touched yet, were heaving in the confines of her tight strapless dress, her nipples pebbling against the material, the flush from her orgasm still visible across the smooth skin.
    Jackson wished he could stop time and allow himself the luxury of devouring every ample curve she possessed, getting lost in the warmth of her cleavage.
    Sasha blinked at him, her heels digging into his ass to get him moving faster.
    “Are you waiting for an invitation, Rowdy? It’s your turn and the clock is ticking.”
    “Ah fuck, Sash. You know this won’t be enough to satisfy my need for you. I want to fuck you over and over again, make you come so many times you’ll lose count.”
    He started to move, a nice easy rhythm, gritting his teeth at how tight and wet she was, fighting the urge not to come.
    “Then let’s just consider this tonight’s appetizer.” She leaned up and bit his earlobe, letting her tongue slide in the shell of his ear, as he pumped inside her long and hard.
    “That’s it, Jax. Right there,” she murmured, her eyelids closing in response to his deep strokes. “You always feel so good.”
    He pulled all the way out to the tip and slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt, rocking his hips at her pelvis, as her nails dug deep grooves down his back. Her moan of appreciation had him doing it one more time.
    The continued momentum of his thrusts, his strokes against her sensitive nub, caused the friction she needed to come again. Her inner walls clenched around him as she shouted out her climax.
    “Oh, Jax. Yes. Yes. Fuck Yeeeeessss …”
    His own pleasure mounting, brought to the heights of sexual pleasure by her spasms around his cock, had his balls tightening and his release barreling up his legs as he let go with the most powerful climax he’d ever had. The orgasm ripped through him, as his cock jerked and pulsed, exploding in a hot release inside her body.
    “ Sasha …” He groaned as his body went lax, his chest pressed firmly on top of hers, his feet planted on the ground and her legs still wrapped around him. “Damn, woman. I need to catch my breath.”
    His nose was buried in the silky tresses of her hair, as he inhaled the sweet honeysuckle scent, breathing in her beauty.
    She laughed lightly underneath him, making her breasts jiggle and his semi-hard dick growing hard again.
    “Damn, yourself. You’ve got quite a little soldier there,” she giggled, her hands still wandering up and down his back. “Unfortunately, you need to tell him he has to be up in front of three hundred people in” – she glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand – “ten minutes.”
    “Shit.” He grabbed hold of the end of the condom and slid out, immediately missing her warmth. He gave her a longing look before straightening up. “I’ve got to get cleaned up. You okay? Need a bottle of water or anything?”
    He walked into the bathroom, shutting the door halfway and washing up. He could hear the rustle of her dress as she moved off the bed, her voice soft and still raspy from the sex.
    “Nah, I’m good,” she called out. “Why don’t you head on down and I’ll take a few minutes to freshen up after you leave. I’ll join you in a bit.”
    Jackson came out of the bathroom and saw the thoughts flickering across her face as she bit down on her lip, worrying it between her teeth.
    He could tell she was already regretting their encounter. He could see it in her eyes, the way they were