Briar whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut at the sudden stretch, the sensation of being filled and having that maddening ache inside her soothed, then made much worse. Now she understood the logic of the pillow because the angle and position made him rub across that suddenly insatiable achy spot inside her. Her hands latched onto his upper arms, fingers digging in to his flexing biceps.
When he didn’t move, she opened her eyes to gaze up at him. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, straining in his grip, trying to move her hips but unable to with him holding her leg.
Matt’s face was tight, his eyes burning with arousal as he eased back and thrust forward again, this time bringing her captive leg over his other shoulder. He planted one hand next to her head, his weight braced on it, and stared into her eyes as he surged in and out of her. The last glimpse Briar had of him was like that, expression taut and focused, his gaze devouring her every reaction, his muscles rippling and shifting with each movement.
Then those clever fingers stroked and circled her clit as he took her, and the sudden increase in pleasure obliterated everything. She was nothing but mindless instinct as she writhed in his embrace, incoherent sounds of dizzying ecstasy spilling from her lips. Her hands locked onto his upper arms, her whole body gathering for the coming explosion she needed more than her next breath.
She heard him groan, a raw male sound of need, felt the scrape of his teeth against her neck as he buried his face against her and kept pumping. He was so hard, so thick inside her, his touch between her legs perfect. She whimpered his name, crying out as the orgasm finally hit, rolling through her in endless, powerful waves.
Matt let out a harsh moan against her neck. He gripped her hips in both hands and plunged hard and deep, over and over until he shuddered and groaned with his own release.
Briar lay there, wrecked. As she came back to herself she became aware of the muscles in her lower back protesting at being folded practically in half beneath him, her legs still hooked over his broad shoulders, but she didn’t care. She sighed and smoothed her hands over his damp shoulders, his neck, rubbing her fingers against his scalp.
Matt made a low sound of pleasure in his throat and nuzzled the side of her neck, clearly asking for more. Smiling, she kissed the side of his cheek and kept petting him. When the burn in her lower back became flat out uncomfortable she squirmed and he finally lifted off her, gently easing her legs down to the bed.
Briar smiled to herself at the sight of him there, naked and settled on his knees on the bed, awed at the intensity of the pleasure he’d given her. “Now I really feel like I’ve been missing out all these years,” she murmured.
He grinned. “Yeah, but it’s usually not like that.”
“I know.” She might be inexperienced but even she knew that kind of sex was rare, and that it had everything to do with having the right partner. Still, she was damn happy to know he thought they had amazing chemistry too. She’d never believed in it before.
He left the bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom then switched off the light there and crawled back in beside her. His warm, heavy arms wound around her, pulling her back to his chest, his thighs tucked behind hers and his breath warm on the back of her shoulder. “Let’s get some sleep.”
So many things were still outside her control. Briar was worried about what would happen tomorrow and for however long it would take to wrap up the investigation and get a name. For right now there was nothing more she could do and all she wanted was to savor this gift of being with Matt.
She fell asleep wrapped in his arms, part of her wishing the morning would never come.
Chapter Twenty
Will reviewed the documents spread out on his desk in need of his signature. Not too many now, since he’d already taken care of most of his caseload and had just a handful left before his last full day Thursday. Some were posting orders or intelligence reports, other admin related, and a few were signing off on ops set to begin in the coming days or weeks.
All the ops were aimed at increasing security here in the homeland, though a sizeable portion of them would be carried out overseas to curtail and contain terrorist plots against the United States before they ever became a reality at home.
He’d come in early to get a head start so he could leave early and focus on his retirement speech, and because he was expecting news. Good news, he hoped.
The man he’d sent after Jones and DeLuca had contacted him last night to say he’d tracked them down and would take care of it overnight. Now it was almost six in the morning and still no word. Not unusual if the op hadn’t gone off as originally planned, but there should have been an update, especially given what he was paying the man. At least the paperwork in front of him helped take his mind off it for the time being. He only had a few days left here, his big retirement bash was happening Friday night, three days from now.