“I do my best work without these.” He tugged them off, then slid a hand between her thighs, where he found her creamy wet and hot.
God, so hot.
He played there, his fingers gently opening her, finding what he sought, dragging a callused finger over slick flesh as he nibbled on her shoulder, the back of her neck, her ear…
“Okay,” she managed. “You are good—” She let out a shuddery breath as he slid a finger into her. “Really good…”
“Shh.” He had a plan. Tear at her defenses until she let him in. And maybe, just maybe, she’d do the same for him. To that end, he kissed her neck, and with every glide in and out of his finger, scraped his thumb over her center. She arched, holding him to her, and when her breathing changed into quick, desperate pants, he knew that she was close, so very close. As she tightened around him, he added another finger, and she burst with a soft cry, coming apart in his arms.
As she relaxed into the mattress, he nuzzled at her throat.
“More,” she murmured. “The rest.”
That worked for him. “I have a condom somewhere gathering dust in my bag—”
“I’m on the pill.” Turning her head, she blindly sought his mouth. “And it’s been a long time for me. You?”
“Very long.” Things got a little crazy then, as crazy as the storm wailing outside, and the next thing he knew, she’d rocked her hips back and he’d rocked forward, and he was inside her from behind, deep inside, surrounded by all that silky, wet heat. “God,” he breathed with a shudder. “God. I’ve never—”
“Never?”
“I mean—not without a condom.”
“Me, either,” she whispered, and arching back, lifted an arm around his neck, gasping his name when he began to move, thrusting into her, slow and deep, speeding up as she shifted her hips to meet his, both of them breathing like lunatics. When she cried out his name, he nearly came from that alone.
It’d been so long.
So damn long, and she was doing as he’d known she would, slowly destroying him, tearing apart his defenses, letting herself inside his heart, making herself at home there.
And she had no idea…
“God, Jase…don’t stop…” She was moving with him, letting out the sexiest little pants and whimpers he’d ever heard every time he pushed into her. When he slid his hand back between her legs again, she burst in a series of gorgeous tremors that took him with her straight over the edge, where only one coherent thought managed to stick.
Cast him a line, because he was going down.
11
CECE HAD TO GIVE Hunter credit—he was cool under pressure. He simply seemed to accept what fate had brought him that day—a hugely pregnant chick. One who was losing it.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Goddammit.”
“Another one?”
“Another one, the same one.” She tried to curl into a ball. “It’s all the same one.”
“Look at me. Cece, focus on me.”
She inhaled sharply and, following his calm, assertive request, stared into his eyes.
It’d been hours. She hadn’t let him go for help. He didn’t have reception on his cell phone so no one was coming for them.
It was just the two of them, alone, in this together.
He’d told her that eventually, probably at first light, the emergency crews would make a sweep and find them. It’d been her plan to wait for them.
She’d hoped that was still a viable plan, but she sincerely doubted it because this baby was coming—soon. She knew it.
And so did Hunter.
“How are you doing?” he asked, stroking her hair back.
“I’m losing it, big-time.”
“You’re not.”
There was admiration in his voice, which she marveled at. She’d told him about herself, practically thrown her past at him, and he still was looking at her as if she mattered. “Tell me about you,” she whispered. “Tell me your story.”
“You have other things on your plate right now.”
She managed a laugh. “But we’re about to get fairly, horrifyingly intimate here. As in I’m going to drop a baby into your hands. I could use a little distraction.”
“All right. I work at the nine-one-one dispatch center for the county. I’m the night dispatch supervisor there, that’s why you haven’t seen me. I moved from Texas to take the job because I wanted a change.”
“Change as in you cheated on your wife and she kicked you out?” she asked, fishing.
His mouth quirked. “No. There’s no wife.”
“Okay…change as in your girlfriend wanted a diamond and you bought a Harley instead and ran off?”