“Whose idea is it?” he asked. “Yours or your dad’s?”
“To do what?”
“To go back there.”
She shifted her position, looking anywhere but into his eyes. “I wouldn’t go if I didn’t want to. Every climber dreams of being up there, above the clouds.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer.
“How about you stop asking questions I don’t want to answer?” She shifted her position, bringing her legs to either side of his hips so she straddled him on the couch. As it always seemed to be with them, the heat was instant. The need overwhelming.
She tipped her pelvis, bringing her core in contact with his. He groaned, grabbed her buttocks, and pushed her down, hard, against him. His muscles were rigid and taut, his arms like steel bands around the curve of her hips. His fingers dug in and the force of his wanting left her giddy.
In the space of a heartbeat, they were insensible with need, blind to anything other than the pulse and throb of their bodies. His arms restricted her movements but brought them even closer and she shifted a few inches, the angle just right to imagine him already inside her.
She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes until she opened them and found him staring at her, his eyes burrowing a hole right past the shield she’d hastily tried to erect around her soul.
She couldn’t speak.
“What is this thing?” he asked. “What are we doing?”
She leaned forward to cover his mouth with hers, the question too terrible to answer. Because this was nothing, and they both knew it.
They fell into each other, bodies surging, lips meshing. His hand came under her bottom and lifted her up higher before easing her off the couch and onto the soft wool rug that covered the floor. They rolled around until she was on top. She eased up just enough to jerk off her T-shirt, then bra, releasing her breasts into his hands with a shudder and a moan. The air around them was a warm caress. His skin tasted salty and sweet under her tongue. She pulled up his shirt, eased it over his shoulders, and threw it to the ground. Then she leaned forward and licked a path from the hard muscles of his abdomen down to the edge of his waistband.
He jerked against her. “Wait,” he groaned. “Just give me a second.”
She didn’t want to wait. She wanted to be filled and satiated. She leaned forward and dragged her nipples along his chest, the texture of his hair and skin a sweet torture. He growled and grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, not hard enough to hurt but enough to assert control. With a deft motion, he flipped their bodies so he was on top, and pinned her to the ground with his knees. Surveying her like a prize, he dragged a hand over her breasts and pinched one already-oversensitized nipple. She jerked and arched into him.
“Take off your shorts,” he said. “I want to see you.”
Numb with need, she complied, and a moment later she was naked before him. He stood up, removed the rest of his clothes, and pulled something from his wallet before tossing it aside. After sliding the condom over himself, he knelt between her knees and pushed them open. The light spilled onto her naked torso, dipped lower to the flesh between her legs now exposed and naked before him.
Her eyes closed and she sucked in a breath when his mouth traced a line from her navel lower…lower…to the spot where she was already wet and hot but his tongue set on fire. She squirmed and bucked under his ministrations. Her voice caught in her throat, a desperate plea for release trapped between breaths. She was moving, arching, pressing against him. When her mind began to spin and the world grew cloudy, he covered her with his body. His lips were musky with the scent of her, but she drank it in greedily, opening wide underneath him so he could fill her with a single thrust.
It hardly seemed possible that they were two people. His hands rested on either side of her shoulders, his torso a few inches away as he thrust into her with a steady, increasing rhythm. The wool under her back was rough, scratching the sensitive skin, yet somehow the harshness made the perfect merging of their bodies that much sweeter. A spiral of sensation flashed behind her eyes. He groaned and dropped lower, his hips grinding into hers. She bent her knees, raised her hips to allow him to enter even more deeply than before. For a dizzying moment, she thought she might split in half.
And then the world broke apart. He cried out with release. And she was whole.
Chapter Fourteen
“People do this, you know.” Kelsey knew she was pointing out the obvious, but it seemed important to say.
“Have sex?” Ross’s voice rumbled beneath her ear. They remained on the rug, warm bodies nestled together, her head on his chest.