“Malcolm?” She wanted him so badly she hurt.
The long slow slide of his thrust brought both her knees up and open to take him as deeply as she could. Yes, this was how she wanted to die. Right here. Like this. A dark tingle rushed through her blood and all the shakes ceased, her mind going dark. She became both tight and boneless. She was insensible to the world around her, yet knew exactly what she wanted.
Locking her ankles at his hips and pinned under his weight, she gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.
***
She was soft and limp beneath him, pink and pale and pretty, but he could still feel the tremors at her core where he was still embedded within her.
“You were supposed to be on top,” he growled, nuzzling her.
She patted his shoulder, minimal movement, and said sleepily, “Next time.”
He pushed up with his arms on both sides of her head to admire his catch. The light played across her skin. Her dark hair curled and spread in abandon. Her breasts were full and rosy, rising gently and falling with each contented breath. She was a spoiled goddess and he was utterly smitten with her.
This was serious. She was becoming something to him so quickly, like a second nature he hadn’t known existed.
Yeah, she could live here. She sure as hell wasn’t living anywhere else.
She was his. He was keeping her. He’d waited so long to feel like this. Easy. Happy. Relaxed.
He wanted more Jordan.
Dragging her up—she pouted—he simultaneously rolled under her, onto his back. She seemed grumpy to be moved, but she braced her knees on either side of him, a light of awareness and power sparking in her eyes.
“Is this what you wanted?” A hint of her smirk twitched at her mouth.
Not quite. Hands to her waist, he lifted again. Positioned more carefully. Deep, deep, to darkest heaven. “There.”
She wasn’t shaking anymore. There was no nervousness left as she rolled her hips, tested the motion. He groaned mercy at the tight, hot sensation gathering around his cock. His hands went to her breasts, couldn’t stop touching them. She let her head drop back as she rode him. Over the drumbeat of his pulse, their ragged breaths broke the quiet of the loft.
He thumbed her clit when the sheen of sweat dampened her chest, drops skating down the valley between her breasts, and she cried out and came, quivering on his shaft above him. The tight lock she had on him made him come, too. He ground himself deep inside, gripping her hips, until the last spasm faded.
He had to help her down next to him on the bed, whispering, “Gimme one minute, and we’ll go again.”
Not done, not nearly.
“I really do need to start working out,” she said, drawing his arm around her so that her ass tucked close to his crotch, bodies nestled like spoons.
He already knew how he wanted her next. The evidence was rising, seeking already.
It’d never been like this. Not with anyone.
In his arms, she giggled. “You can’t be serious.”
“You have no idea.”
She wiggled. “Pretty sure I do.”
That wiggle was a flirt and she knew it.
No, they weren’t done. Not yet. Not ever.
***
Jordan tapped on Rook’s very nice shoulder. “You promised me food.”
The sun was on the other side of the building now. They’d missed lunch for sure. It might not be dinnertime yet, but clearly all norms for the day had been discarded.
Except for the growling in her belly, she didn’t mind at all.
She was sore in the best way possible. Sensitive and buzzing and aware.
And she was craving something…
“I want a hamburger.” She’d earned it. He had, too. Yes, he had definitely done his share, and then some. She couldn’t stop smiling.
He’d given her fair warning. If she planned on living here, she’d be spending a lot of time dressed in loft light and little else.
Okay. Good deal. Because that meant his body belonged to her, too.
Rook had rolled up on to his side, head propped on his hand. “How about I run out, get food, and bring it back here? Won’t be gone more than a half hour.”
“I could take a quick shower.” She needed the hot water on her, steaming out her pores.
“You’re just going to get sweaty later.”
“I’ll risk it.”
“We could shower together.”
The man was insatiable. If they kept at it, she wasn’t going to be able to walk. Not that she minded. She could stay nestled right here in his bed for the foreseeable future. It was a revelation that her body could crave this way, respond this way, feel so deliciously used and new at the same time.
“You get food,” she said. “I’ll get clean. I can take two showers in a day.” She was sure the second one would be more like a water sport anyway.