Blush(52)

Licking her lips, she breathed hard through the spirals of arousal swirling through her body. “I have . . . fresh . . . thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed—”

He cut off the inane words with a kiss. Fine with her. She loved the slide and slip of his tongue mating with hers. She loved the pressure of his body crushing her to the wall. After several minutes, or perhaps a week, he lifted his head. His smile predatory as he skimmed his palm down her thigh, then curled his fingers under her knee. “Up,” he murmured thickly against her throat.

The hair on his chest teased her breasts and Mia felt the flex and power of his biceps against her side as he drew her leg up high.

“We can’t have sex standing halfway up the stairs!” she told him, the sternness in her voice not as effective as usual because she was having a hard time breathing, let alone talking. Standing on her toes, she curled her knee over his hip, opening herself to him, and urging him more tightly against her with her heel on his butt. With little purrs deep in her throat, she scraped her teeth along the prickle of his unshaven jaw. “If we do this here, we’ll break our ne—”

“No ifs about it—” His entire body shuddered as he pushed the hard length of his penis deep inside her in one powerful thrust, pinning her to the wall with his driving weight.

The instant orgasm rolled though Mia in enormous waves and she went deaf and blind, all pure, hot, sizzling sensation.

“Yes,” he grunted, face tight, eyes black, as he pumped into her, hard fingers gripping her butt. “Just. Like. That.” He took her mouth in a soul-eating kiss, mimicking with his tongue what he was doing with every thrust and parry of his hips.

Another strong climax broke over her, in her, around her, leaving Mia panting and gasping for breath as she dropped her head to his shoulder and tried to drag air into her starving, heaving lungs.

A few minutes later, as her internal muscles squeezed and contracted, his climax made his body jerk and shake. They were both sweaty and panting, clinging to each other like leaves in a storm.

“Jesus. Jesus. That was too fucking fast. No time for foreplay, woman.”

“My foreplay was thinking about this all day. I’m amazed I lasted as long as I di—” The lights blurred and turned. “What the hell are you doing?” His fingers gripped her butt, holding her in place. She strengthened her hold around his neck and locked her ankles at the small of his back to keep him inside her.

“It seems pretty obvious. Carrying you upstairs. Didn’t you say you had sheets?”

Eyes closed, Mia laughed against his sweaty throat as he took the stairs two at a time. He was still inside her. Still hard. She had to tighten her internal muscles hard around him as well as her arms and legs as he took the stairs. “Fresh sheets.”

“Then a shower is called for.”

She briefly thought of her large luxury spa bathroom in San Francisco, with its rainfall showerheads and personal body sprays and miles of white marble tile. “No water pressure,” she warned as he crossed the dark bedroom and went into the small bathroom with her twined around him like a jungle vine. She flicked the light switch on in passing. Too bright. She needed dimmers everywhere. “I’ll have to add dimmers to my to-do list,” she said.

“Add it to my to-do list,” he told her, making her smile and kiss the prickly underside of his jaw. Tightening an arm around her to secure her, dipping her dangerously low, he leaned in to crank on the old shower.

It spat at him. Tightening her hold on him, inside and out, Mia laughed as he straightened. “Better make that a priority, Barcelona. Grab my hairbrush off the sink and hit the pipe a couple of times; that usually does the trick.”

• • •

What the fuck was he doing? The goddamn job should be over by now. Instead, he’d broken her fall, he’d fucked her, and now he had her hairbrush in his hand, banging it against a pipe and having more fun than he’d had in . . . forever.

Sex was never fun. It was a release. It was a guarantee of a decent night’s sleep. A way of blowing off steam. It was a few minutes of oblivion when necessary.

Sex with Mia was a roller-coaster ride, naked, at noon.

Hitting the pipe didn’t do the trick, so they showered in cool water that spluttered at them as they stood tightly together in the narrow, chipped cast-iron tub. It was worse than trying to shower with a water pistol.

“This is going to take days.” He liked the feel of her ass crack tucked against his dick, and the slick, soapy glide of his fingers over her breasts.

“I hope not. I’m cold. We need to hurry up and jump into bed to warm up.”