Power and Possession(32)
She smiled. “Is that your version of romantic sentiment?”
“If it gets me over the goal line it is,” he said, with a cheeky smile, nimbly rolling onto his right side in order to catch her swinging fist. “What am I going to do with you, tiger?” he whispered, holding her hand loosely in his, one brow arched upward, his rigid dick pulsing against her thigh.
“Am I supposed to tell you?” A playful glance.
His smile was wicked. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Let go of my hand.”
His lashes drifted downward. “You hurt my dick, no guarantees.”
“Now why would I do that?”
He held her gaze for a moment more before releasing her hand.
Neither moved.
A thin-skinned, edgy tension strummed through the air, spiked through their nerve endings, lit up their brains for a cool, clear-eyed pulse-beat.
Then he watched her move her hand with the unshakable vigilance of a man interested in protecting his dick. He watched her place her fingertips lightly on her silky pubic hair and felt his tension melt away. He smiled as two of her fingers disappeared inside her slick cleft and when she looked up, glanced at his responsibly clad erection, and said, “If I ask nicely, do you think he might like to come and play?” his smile was a thing of beauty.
“He accepts your kind invitation,” he said with exaggerated courtesy.
“Finally,” she whispered and tugged on his broad shoulder.
Lifting her hand aside, he rolled back between her legs and dropped his head so his mouth brushed her lips. “I guess some people are worth the wait,” he said with the faintest twitch of his lips. Then he flexed his hips delicately, exerted a slight pressure, slowly slipped inside her heated warmth, and abruptly stopped at the jaw-dropping, adrenaline-pumping pleasure.
“Jesus.” His voice was rough, breathless.
Clinging to him, Nicole raised her hips, so he glided in deeper and, beginning to tremble faintly at the extraordinary, unbearably beautiful pressure, she lifted her wide, blue-eyed gaze. “It’s not the same is it?”
The glow in her eyes almost stopped his heart. “Not even close,” he said with a mild unease, feeling as though some tide was building, getting stronger. His eyes drifted shut for a moment before he gently sighed. “If I had half a brain, I’d get the fuck out.”
She held his gaze for a tremulous moment, then slid her heels upward so her knees were bent, and her thighs opened wider. “I want you. It’s as simple as that,” she whispered, filled with an unspeakable hunger, less terrified of cautionary judgments and things not easily undone. Touching the black silk of his hair framing his face, she said hushed and low, “Sometimes that Taser just zaps you and there’s nothing you can do.”
He knew what she meant.
He wouldn’t have understood a few hours ago.
“So fuck it, right?” His sudden smile was improbably tender. “Screw danger and the mysteries of the universe.”
Her smile was sweetly seductive. “I’d like that if you could see your way clear to indulging me despite your reservations.”
“Not a problem.” He grinned. “My dick is single-minded.” Cautiously pushing forward into her soft flesh, he moved deeper in a fluid stirring of muscled constraint, forcing her sleek tissue to yield to his deliberate progress. “Stop me if I hurt you.”
“Don’t stop.” Her eyes half shut, her breathing unsteady, her nails leaving marks in the corded muscles of his shoulders, she wallowed in the glorious feel of his hard, rigid length filling her by slow degrees, the pressure so agonizingly lurid she whimpered.
His body tensed. “Too much?”
She shook her head against the pillow, her eyes half closed. “No, no, please—more,” she gasped, overcome by a dizzying rapture, impatience echoing in her hot demand, tiny preorgasmic shudders beginning to vibrate up her spine.
She was wetter than wet, eager and willing, but his concern wasn’t without precedent. “Sure now?”
“Yes, yes—yes,” she panted, hovering on the veritable brink. “Don’t—fuck this up.”
For a nanosecond he didn’t move. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had given him an order. But his imminently practical libido immediately overruled any momentary displeasure. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, softly caustic and silky smooth. Then, with astonishing speed, he flexed his strong legs, swung forward, and plowed into the tightest pussy he’d ever had the good fortune to fuck, slamming home with such a jarring jolt of pleasure a deep groan swallowed up his breath.
Thoroughly impaled by his rock-hard erection, feverishly aroused, her body hot and slick, her climax hovering—damn it—just… out of… reach. She punched his shoulder hard. “Hey! Remember me?”