Free No Strings Attached by Jaci Burton Page A

doesn’t. But if my looking at how beautiful you are when you come
     bothers you so much, how about we do this instead?”
    He rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her to the end of the bed, her legs
     dangling over the edge. That placed her ass right up against him, which made his cock
     dance in anticipation and his balls draw up tight.
    She threw a glance over her shoulder and wiggled her butt. “Oh, I like this.”
    He held on to her hips, rocking against her. “Me, too. Sure you aren’t going to worry
     I’m looking at you?”
    She rolled her eyes and arched her back, rubbing her pussy against his dick. “Smartass.
     Are you going to fuck me or psychoanalyze me?”
    This was what he liked about Ella—she was such a guy in so many ways, always throwing
     his sarcasm right back at him. But where it counted—the sweet softness of her—she
     was all woman.
    He slid inside her. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna fuck you.”
    As he thrust to the hilt, she threw her head back, all that glorious dark hair spilling
     over her shoulders. He rolled his hips against her, rocking back and forth, giving
     her a little, then a lot, gauging the rhythm she liked.
    He already knew what he liked—whatever made her moan again. And he found that the
     harder he powered against her, the more noises came from her—and they weren’t noises
     of complaint.
    “You want it harder?”
    “Yes.”
    He pumped deep inside her, withdrew and thrust again. He pulled back and this time
     those beautiful brown locks resting against her back were too much of a lure. He wound
     his hand in her hair and used it to pull her head back while he drove deep. She let
     out a soft whimper, followed by a loud moan.
    “I like that. Do it again,” she said, her nails digging into the sheets.
    “Which one? Pull your hair or shove my cock deep inside you?”
    “Both.”
    Now it was his turn to groan, his cock demanding he roar to the finish line.
    Not yet. Not nearly yet. Not when Ella’s sweet ass bounced against him. He smoothed
     his free hand over her ass, keeping the other tight in her hair, and tugged while
     he thrust. She cried out and her pussy tightened around him.
    “Clay, I’m going to come.”
    That was exactly what he needed to hear. He increased the pace, pumping hard and fast
     inside her, feeling her walls close in around him. His balls slapped her pussy with
     every thrust, sweat pouring off him as he powered to climax. And when she let go,
     when she cried out with her orgasm, he let go, too, his orgasm ripping through him
     like a free fall off a high cliff, taking everything he had and exploding outward,
     inside her, until he had nothing left, until he was shaking. He dropped on top of
     Ella’s back, then rolled over on his side, taking her with him.
    They breathed together for a while, rapid and spent at first; then both slowed to
     a regular rhythm. Ella put her hands over his and was doodling designs or something.
     He didn’t know—didn’t care. He just liked the feel of her touching him.
    “I hope this boat has a shower,” she finally said. “I’m all sweaty.”
    “Me, too. You make me work for it.”
    She giggled, then pulled away and sat up, flipping her hair outof her face. “Yeah, well, gotta get our workout in some way. We don’t want to head
     back to work with potbellies, do we?”
    She sauntered toward the bathroom. He admired her walk, waited a few minutes until
     he heard the shower running, then got up to join her, realizing how damned content
     he was with how things were going.
    That content feeling surprised the hell out of him. He’d expected to like the sex.
     But he hadn’t expected to love spending every moment with Ella. Then again, he didn’t
     know why he was surprised. They spent a lot of time together on jobsites. Their companies
     often worked side by side on projects, so they invariably worked in tandem. There
     had always been camaraderie between them.
    This, though—this was more