He let his hands guide her hips for a few beats, marveling at how she soaked him down there. “What,cherie? What do you want?”
“Oh Lord, I can’t say it.”
“Then how will I know?”
He continued to move, even when she slanted forward and hid her face in his shoulder. “I’m not…I’m not even sure how to…” They both made a low sound when the head of his cock notched right at her entrance, stopping everything but the beating of their hearts. She turned her head into the crook of his neck and whispered, “I’m so bad. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
“Yes?” He was practically gasping when he spoke now, his control a pathetic, frayed thing. No surprise after years of abstinence. Looking at her, he amended that thought. It wasn’t the years without sex that made him lose it. It was this woman. Unfettered desire, utterly unashamed. She was perfection, sexier than anything he’d seen in his life. “Tell me what it is that you want,ma belle.” For a man who had no time for words, he suddenly wanted them badly. What would she call this? Would the descriptions sound dirty tumbling from her perfectly curved lips?
“I want you to”—she swallowed, the sound dry in the quiet room, and the rest of her words were a barely audible whisper, just a hot puff of air against his earlobe—“put it in me.Please.”
His balls, hot and tight, came close to exploding at those words. It was the most delightfully filthy thing he’d heard in his entire life.
He’d just reached down to take himself in hand when a thought cut in.Condom.How had that escaped him? What was he thinking? That would be ruination of an entirely different sort.
This woman stole his breath away and shut his brain off.
“We need a condom,” he said, squeezing her hip. “I have some in the bathroom.”
“I don’t…I don’t know what that is.”
“No?” For some reason, that made him laugh—just a soft chuckle of affection that turned into a kiss, languorous and warm as the fire.
How the hell am I going to survive once she leaves?
He pushed back the thought as fast as it had come.
Finally, he extricated himself from her embrace, ignoring the chill as he shifted out from under her, and said, “I’ll show you.”
He stood and pulled his pants back up before walking to the bathroom.
It was too bright while he rooted around in the medicine cabinet for the box he hoped hadn’t expired. He’d bought them shortly after arriving here, although even then, he’d figured it would take a miracle to actually find someone with whom he’d use them. He almost laughed at that. Ithadtaken a miracle, hadn’t it? A woman literally falling—if not in his lap, at least on his land.
After what felt like an eternity, he found them, closed the medicine cabinet door…and there he was, his face in the mirror an ugly thing.
Strange how many thoughts could race through a person’s mind at the same time. A picture of her on his sofa, wanton and wanting, immediately transposed by that feeling he got when he had to deal with too many people at once—a flash of something close to panic. But he wasn’t sure if it was because of those lunatics over the hill, just waiting to destroy her—and him—or if it was the idea of her leaving after this.
Staring hard at himself—through the sun damage and the scar from that last fight with Olivier—he wondered what the hell she saw in him. A savior, probably. A doorway out of here.
In his hand, the condom crinkled, and he blinked hard at it for a second or two.
Leaving the bathroom door open for the swath of light it offered, he returned to stand in front of where she still sat on the sofa, condom package in hand and heart in his throat. Something about the way she watched him from under the blanket, eyes fogged up with incomprehension and lust, made him stop.
“Is it me you want?” he asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Or is it just sex on your terms that you need?”
Something in her shifted, and she ran narrowed eyes over him from top to bottom and back up to his face again.
“Would it make a difference?” she asked, her expression hard.
“Yes. Yes, I think it would.”
Gathering the blanket to her chest, she leaned forward, crooking her finger for him to get down to her level. He squatted.
“I could ask the same of you, couldn’t I, Luc?” He blinked. “Am I just a convenient happenstance? Naked and ready and in your house?”
