Power and Possession(46)

She pursed her lips; the silence lengthened.

“I’ll let you come whenever you want.”

She laughed. “Christ, are you laying down your last card?”

He shrugged and made a wry face. “Let’s just say it’s a unique offer.”

“I don’t want to know.” She paused. “You understand?”

“Then you better tell me you’ve never been with a man,” he said defensively.

Her smile was pure innocence. “How did you know?”

His shoulders relaxed. “Because you have the tightest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” Suddenly feeling a surge of relief wash over him, he pulled her down the hall, swept her up in his arms when they reached his bedroom, and carried her to the bed.

He was inside her before she’d fully made contact with the mattress, filling her slowly and gently until her eyes shut and her small moan warmed his throat. “Do you like me better now?” he teased.

Looking up into his affectionate smile and tender gaze, she languidly smiled. “I like you as much as a girl can like a guy. Add a couple truck loads more likes and we’re in the ballpark.”

He winked. “Then my work is done.”

“It better not be.” But her voice was very mellow.

“Not for at least a month, pussycat. So enjoy the ride.” If someone had asked him what he was feeling, he couldn’t have explained. A woman had never mattered before, heart-felt sensation was a foreign concept, and the thought of a month with one female would have sent him into therapy. But he did know how to please a woman; sex was his forte. “Let me know when you’ve climaxed enough. If you don’t want to talk, hit me, okay? This is for you.”

She came the first time so quickly even he was surprised, and when she whispered, “I’m sorry,” he knew what she meant.

“Let’s make sure you feel this one.” Dipping his head, he lightly kissed her cheek. “We’ll make it last longer than five seconds.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “I’ll pay you back,” she promised softly, then her lashes fell as she absorbed the thick, rigid length of him with a low, sensual groan.

“You are already.” But she didn’t hear his throaty reply; he might not have wanted her to. He might have preferred not saying it at all, his sense of personal upheaval disturbing. But she made him feel a fierce, breathless pleasure he’d never felt before—like now… oh Jesus—like that. Then he slowly glided in and out in a prolonged rhythm of leisurely arousal, and after she began to pant in an exquisite little feverish cadence, when her frenzied, passionate cries reached fever pitch, he finally buried himself deep, deep inside her and went utterly still. A nanosecond later, her orgasm detonated, her scream filled the room, and he met her climax with his own explosive torrent, pouring into her in a wild, ferocious turbulence that left finger marks on her ass, a raw, deep-felt pleasure vibrating through his senses, and insufficient air in his lungs.

Braced on his forearms, gasping for breath, he dropped his forehead on the bed. Her body was exquisitely soft beneath him, her lush, gently pulsing warmth enveloping his dick, echoing the soul-stirring beat of his heart.

After long, hushed moments, he felt the warm flick of her tongue on his throat, and he lifted his head, shoved his hair out of his face, and looked at her with a smile of expanding delight.

“You’re incredible.” Rosy-cheeked and beautiful, she smiled up at him. “Not that you don’t know it, but add me to your fan list.”

“And you’re mind-blowing.” He grinned. “I never before knew what the word meant.”

“Don’t panic and run for the door, but I really like you,” she said simply.

“No panic. I like you too.” His voice was velvety soft. “It’s an amazing feeling, isn’t it?” His dark lashes veiled a portion of his eyes. “When so much in life is uncertain.”

“But not this—here, now… for us.” She smiled. “Too equivocal?”

“That’s life,” he said gruffly. “No guarantees.”

He suddenly looked so comfortless, she quickly redirected, like she always had when her younger siblings had been unhappy. “So what do you think comes first—the sex or the feelings?”

“Fuck if I know. Shit happens. You deal with it.” Scowling, he pushed up on his elbows, rolled away, and lay sprawled on his back, eyes shut.

That was grim. “I hate to bring this up,” she said, not sure of his response with his morose expression. “But I’m dripping all over your bed.”

His smile broke first, then his eyes opened and a second later he was propped on one elbow, grinning down at her. “Jesus, baby, you have no fucking filter, do you? But the drips are my fault, not yours. Don’t worry about it.” He bunched the sheet between her legs. “How’s that? We’ll take a shower later.” Another flashing grin. “Right now I have other plans—if you don’t mind, of course.”