"Yeah, that's what I want." This time she gripped him with need instead of discomfort. Keeping his thrusts measured, he concentrated on her reactions, taking much of his pleasure from hers.
When she whispered, "Harder," he gave up on all restraint and began driving into her, rushing them both toward completion.
Head arching back, slender body bowed, Fallon cried out another release. Her beautiful response triggered his own, and he put his face in her neck, crushing her close until the nearly painful pleasure finally began to fade.
WHILE REGAINING HER BREATH, Fallon idly smoothed her fingers over Justice's shoulders and back, and down the deep groove of his spine to a very tight behind.
Lord help her, the man was rock solid all over.
She didn't need experience to know that a man like Justice was rare. So earthy, so considerate and so incredibly hot. For now, he was hers, and she intended to make the most of it.
Nerve endings all over her body still pulsed with new awareness. His body covering hers was a delicious sensation, his hips holding her legs open, his breath on her throat, his chest hair tickling her breasts.
Unable to contain her happiness, she lightly hugged him.
"Mmm," he grumbled, with a faint, "G'me a minute."
Satisfaction curved her mouth in a secret smile. She'd gladly give him a lifetime if he wanted it.
Odds were he didn't. They hadn't known each other long enough for her to be thinking such things, much less for him to be thinking it.
However, she had here and now, and she wouldn't ruin it by reaching for more. "I'm good." She stroked back up to those broad shoulders, now damp with a light sheen of sweat that amplified his scent.
How could a man smell so incredibly good?
She breathed a little deeper and felt those still-tingly places flutter anew.
She'd never before noticed anything like it. She'd enjoyed the scents of aftershave and expensive cologne, sure. But this fresh, masculine, toe-curling scent, like earth and man and sex, made her want to eat him up. It was unique to Justice and everything female in her reacted to it.
She ran a hand over his short cropped hair. She'd liked his cut before and already missed it, but the new trim didn't detract at all from his sex appeal.
Feeling daring, she trailed her toes up the back of one hairy calf.
Suddenly Justice leaned up to see her.
His gaze was intent, a little curious, a lot triumphant.
She felt ridiculously shy, especially since he was still inside her, not as much now, but she felt him there teasing her sensitized flesh.
Without a word he leaned down and treated her to a warm, lingering kiss.
God, she loved his kisses.
When she thought of what he'd done with that mouth, how crazy he'd made her, the explosion of pleasure, she moaned softly.
Justice stole the sound from her, taking advantage and deepening the kiss with a stroke of his tongue.
Fallon didn't recall doing it, but when he finally let up, she had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck.
He switched to her throat. "You tasted so fucking good, Fallon."
She hadn't expected him to talk about it! A little flushed, she whispered, "Thank you?"
His laugh teased her skin. "You're welcome." Then he shifted away. "I don't want to crush you." Leaving her body, he moved to his side and pulled her into his embrace.
She could have told him how much she'd enjoyed his weight over her, but this position was nice, too.
He touched her mouth. "You okay?"
"Very." Better than she'd ever been.
"Not sore?"
Though she was just a little, she shook her head. "Thank you for asking me to stay over. We're going to do this again, right?"
His eyes warmed, and his grin came slowly. "That would be my preference."
"Good." Feeling more free than she had in years, Fallon turned to her back and stretched. She was as aware of her scars as ever, but not in a tragic way. Their existence seemed more bearable, less...shameful.
Justice rested a big hand on her stomach, then leaned forward and brushed his mouth over the burn marks on her shoulder. It surprised her, until he casually remarked, "You left me weak. I'll need a few minutes, and maybe I can talk you into showering with me. Hopefully our next time I can keep it together and show you some of my better moves."
Fallon laughed at his hilarious comment and the easy way he treated her scars. She was honestly starting to believe that they didn't bother him, and somehow that made them bother her less, too.
"Better moves?" She turned her head to smile at him. "I can't imagine anything better than what you already did."
"Good." Feigning a serious attitude, he said, "Low expectations will make it easier on me." He pressed his hand down, insinuating it between her legs.
Her heart thumped at his easy familiarity with her body.
"Before long," he murmured, "you'll know all my moves. I want you to promise to tell me what you like the most, okay?"
Easy enough to do. Hoping she wouldn't overstep, she whispered, "I like you."
Her concerns disappeared when he said, "That's a fine start."
So not only could she freely show her body, she could also speak her mind? The urge to laugh, maybe even dance, swelled inside her. Justice's acceptance worked toward liberating her from the chains of the past five years.
Her thoughts buzzed about her future, and in rapid order she made several decisions, all thanks to Justice.
"I like you plenty too," he said. "You know that, right?"
Actually, she did. Sure, she was an easy conquest, but Justice wasn't a user. He wasn't the type of man to take advantage of anyone, much less a woman. Knowing her parents wouldn't approve, knowing it went against the agency protocol and could damage his career, he'd still come after her. If he'd only wanted sex, she had no doubt he could have had his choice of women. And if he'd wanted her specifically, well, he could have had her without anyone ever knowing.
His openness, the way he'd approached things, meant he cared. How much, she didn't know. Heck, she didn't even know how much she cared.
But she looked forward to finding out.
With a growing frown, Justice muttered, "You're taking a mighty long time to answer me."
"Just thinking-and yes, I know you like me."
His gaze warmed. "Good." Sitting up, he stretched his arms high, making those bulging biceps roll and the muscles in his back flex and pull. He twisted to see her. "Stay put and I'll play the gentleman."
Not understanding, she quirked a brow.
He whistled as he left the bed, returning a moment later with the condom gone and a damp washcloth in hand.
Until he went to bathe her between the legs, she didn't understand his intent. As usual, he didn't let her shy away and once he'd finished, he crawled back into bed and drew her close.
She couldn't remember ever feeling so content.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
IT WAS LATE MORNING, the sun slowly crawling into the sky and lightening the shadows in the bedroom, when Justice began to stir again. Fallon watched him with fascination. She should have been exhausted, but instead she fairly burst with energy.
They'd had sex three times throughout the night before taking a shower together and finally sleeping.
She rather liked his insatiable appetites because they indulged her own.
An hour or so ago she'd awakened, immediately aware of Justice beside her. His heavy arm had draped her body, one big rough hand opened over her breast.
His fingertips had touched the worst of her scar, but that had had little relevance against the reality of being naked in bed with him, filled with the memory of all they'd done and all they could yet do.
By slow degrees she'd freed herself of his hold and now rested on an elbow, just looking at him.
Even with the beard shadow darkening his jaw, he didn't appear as intimidating, not with his face so utterly relaxed. Visually she traced his well-defined lips and the slight kink in his strong nose.
Grumbling something in his sleep, he shifted and the sheet went lower, barely maintaining his modesty.
Not that he had much.
Justice Wallington was an extremely carnal man, and very unapologetic about it. In fact, last night he'd blamed her, saying she made him that way. Fallon smiled remembering it.
It was one of the nicest compliments she'd ever gotten.
Shifting again, he lowered one hand to his abdomen to scratch.
She breathed deeper. His abs were stupendous. "Justice?"
One eye opened, he looked at her, then stretched more deeply and turned toward her. "Come here, you."
Straight-arming him, she laughed. "Hold up."
He pulled her in anyway and his warm lips brushed her temple. "What's up-besides me?" To emphasize that, he nudged his morning erection against her belly.
"Yes, you are," she murmured, smoothing her hand over his crisp chest hair. "Before you take over, you should know that I want to touch you, too."
"Yeah," he growled with that now familiar edgy arousal in his tone.
Tucking her nose into his neck, she breathed deeply while moving her palm over his shoulder and biceps. She could spend a day just touching Justice, and still not get her fill.
"Is all this cuddling going to add up to morning sex?" he asked while dragging her pelvis into closer contact with his. "If so, I should warn you that I have to be at the office in two hours to talk to Sahara, and it's going to take me an hour to get you home and backtrack."