“How long have you had that?” she asked, idly curious.
His violet eyes held hers. “Since the first time we kissed. Problem?”
She felt a tumbling sensation. “No.”
And the waiting was over. His mouth fastened on hers, and they tussled on the bed. First he was on top, then she. They stroked and urged and licked and moaned.
Then finally they found common ground on their sides. He lifted her thigh outside his hip and in one sure movement, he thrust inside her.
His groan echoed inside her.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered.
He gave a sexy tilt of his pelvis and sank deeper. “Like that?” he said in a none-too-steady voice.
“Oh, yes,” she managed back, stroking him with her inner muscles. “And you?”
“Oh, yes.” He pulled back slightly, perspiration forming on his brow. Then he thrust again.
Senada closed her eyes. He made her feel so full. So full, she might even believe all her empty places would never be empty again.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I need to see you.”
Senada immediately looked at him. His words stroked her heart. His body stroked her body. The combination was irresistible.
Slowly, as he pumped inside her, he lowered his mouth to hers and rolled her to her back. She smiled beneath his kiss. “Gotta be on top,” she said, her laughter sneaking through her voice. “Gotta dominate. Gotta—”
“No,” he said against her lips, and slipped his hand between them. “I just thought you might like a little support when you fly through the air.”
Sin laughed again. Men loved to brag. She opened her mouth to retort, but his fingers unerringly found her most sensitive spot. The sensation was mind-boggling. “Ohhh.”
There was no easy buildup this time, a quick spike of pleasure, and she was bucking beneath him, reaching for her pleasure, striving for his. She moved in fluid counterpart to his thrusts and watched his face tighten even as she tightened around him.
He swore, and she pulled his hips toward her.
“Sin,” he murmured. “Sweetheart.”
She arched against him at the same second she felt him come apart inside her. The physical pleasure was incredible, but his endearment reverberated in her heart long after they caught their breath and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Troy woke the next morning feeling as if he’d been through a battle. His muscles were sore, his mouth was dry, and there were little marks of Sin’s lovemaking on his chest and stomach. He didn’t have to look next to him to know she wasn’t still in bed. He felt it. Her warmth was gone.
The thought disturbed him, and he raised up to sit on the side of the bed. He did a double take at his stomach and shook his head at the hickey on his abdomen. Knowing Sin, she’d probably left one on his thigh.
Hearing a soft groan in the bathroom, he pulled on his jeans and walked toward the source of the sound. The door was cracked, so he nudged it open.
Her hair a riot of sex-mussed waves, and she wore her silky robe. Her kiss-swollen lips were set in a scowl, and in her hand, she held a syringe.
Her gaze met his, and Troy immediately saw that all the wonder from the night had been washed away from her eyes. She looked unhappily determined. Her defenses were firmly back in place.
She gave a sad tight smile. “You know what they say. There’s got to be a morning after.”
Chapter Nine
Troy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “Mind if I watch?”
She stared at him. “Watch what?”
“Watch you give yourself your injection.”
She started to shake her head before he even finished. “Yes, I do mind.” She stepped closer to him and waved her hands as if to shoo him away.
He didn’t budge. “Why? It’ll be educational.”
“Get someone else to educate you. This is not one of my favorite things to do. Go,” she said, and waved her hand again. “Go, go, go.”
“What’s the big deal? You’ve been doing it for over two months now?”
“Get out of my bathroom, Troy. This is not a dignified performance.”
He sighed and stepped backward. She quickly closed the door in his face.
Troy rubbed his hand through his hair and trudged back to the bedroom. He would never understand her. Never in a million years. He’d just been trying to help her to be a little more open about the diabetes and her treatment. After the previous night, he would have thought—
“Oh!”
He stopped abruptly at her yelp. “Sin?” When she didn’t respond, he cocked his head toward the bathroom. “Sin, you okay?”
“Fine,” she said in a desperately cheerful voice. “Fine and dandy.” She whipped out of the door, her eyes glittering. “It’s one of those experiences that is always new. Always fresh. Always like the very first time.” She took a quick breath. “If you want to take a quick shower, go ahead. I’ll see what I can get us for breakfast.”