The SEAL's Secret Heirs(48)

The protest got caught in his throat as she rolled him onto his back and crawled over him, careful not to touch his leg, but deliberately letting her breasts and long curls brush his skin from thigh to chest. She captured his wrists and encircled them with her fingers, drawing his arms above his head, holding them in place as her hips undulated.

“What are you doing?” His voice scraped the lower register as she ignited his flesh with her sexy movements.

She arched a brow. “Really? I should hope it would be fairly obvious. Since it’s not, shut up and I’ll make it clearer for you.”

He did as advised because his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth anyway. And then she leaned forward, still holding his wrists hostage, and kissed him. Hot. Openmouthed. The kind of kiss laden with dark promise and he eagerly lapped it up. He could break free of her finger shackles easily, but why the hell would he do that?

She had him right where she wanted him, apparently, and since he could find no complaint with it, he let her have the floor. She experimented with different angles of her head as she kissed him, looking for something unknown and he went along for the ride, groaning with the effort it took to hold back.

Then she trailed her mouth down his throat, nipped at his earlobe and writhed against his erection all at once, slicing a long, hot knife of need through his groin. His hips strained toward hers, rocking involuntarily as he sought relief, and he started to pull his arms loose so he could roll her under him to get this show on the road. But she shook her head and tightened her grip on his wrists.

“No, sir,” she admonished with a wicked smile. “You’re not permitted to do anything but lie there.”

This was going to kill him. Flat out stop his heart.

He got what she was doing. She wanted him to keep his leg still, while she did all the dirty work. Something tender hooked his heart as he stared up at her, poised over him with an all-business look on her face that was somehow endearing.

But he wasn’t an invalid.

“I hate to break it to you, darling, but that’s not happening.” He flexed his hips again, sliding his erection against her bare, damp sex, watching as her eyes unfocused with pleasure. “I suggest you think about how you’re going to get a condom on me with your hands occupied because I’m going to be inside you in about point two seconds.”

“Don’t ruin this for me.” She mock-pouted and promptly crossed his wrists, one over the other, and held on with one hand as she wiggled the fingers of her free hand in a cheery wave. “I always dreamed of being a rodeo star. This is my chance.”

He had to laugh, which downright ached. All over. “That’s what’s on your mind right now? Rodeo?”

“Oh, yeah.” She leaned against his abs, holding on with her thighs as she fished around in the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, which she held up triumphantly. “I’m going for a ten in the bucking bronco event.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he quipped, and then raised a brow at the condom. “Go ahead. I’m waiting.”

In the end, she had to let go of his arms to rip open the foil package. But he obediently held his wrists above his head as she had so sweetly asked. Then there was no more talking as she eased over him, taking him gently in her hands to pleasure him as she rolled on the condom.

He groaned as need broke over him in a wave, and then she slowly guided him into her damp heat. He slid all the way in as she pushed downward and it was unbelievable. They joined and it was better than it had been last night. Deeper. More amazing, because there were no more secrets between them.

She knew about his injury and hadn’t run screaming for her report to revise it. She hadn’t been repulsed by his weaknesses. Instead, she’d somehow twisted it around so they could make love without hurting his leg. It was sweet and wonderful.

And then she got busy on her promise to turn him into a bucking bronco, sliding up and down, rolling her hips and generally driving him mad with want. He obliged her by letting his body go with the sensation, meeting her thrusts and driving them both higher until she came with a little cry and he followed her.

Clutching her to his chest, he breathed in tandem with her, still joined and not anxious to change that. He held her hot body to his because he didn’t think he could let go.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured into her hair, and she turned her head to lay her cheek on his shoulder, a pleased smile on her face.

“I wouldn’t say no to thank-you flowers.”

He made a mental note to send her a hundred roses the moment his bones returned and he could actually move. “Where’d you get that sexy little hip roll from?”