“Malcolm.” She planted her palms across his abs and traced each one. “I love these muscles.” Then she traced along the knife wound on his hip and down to his scarred leg. “So much violence. You’re a survivor.” Her smile was the sweetest sight he’d ever seen.
She sat up, reached for his zipper, and released him, moaning softly as she stroked his length. His eyeballs almost rolled back in his head. “A true hero,” she whispered, kissing his cock.
His balls bunched tight. “You can trust me, Pippa. You know that, right? I won’t hurt you.”
She licked along his length, and his legs trembled. “What if I hurt you?” she whispered, her breath hot on him. “I don’t want to.”
“You can tell me anything. I’ll cover you.” It probably wasn’t smart to make that a real promise, but he meant every word. He tried to think of something else to say, but she closed her lips over him. Electricity zapped to his balls. He gasped air, and the blood roared through his ears. She sucked him like he was a treat, releasing him with a pleased smile. “I’ve never done that before.”
The sweetness in her delight only spurred his need higher.
She grasped a condom out of his back pocket and bit the wrapper, spitting it out. Then she carefully rolled the rubber down, nearly killing him in the process. “I’ve never done that, either.”
Her delight was going to end him.
He dropped his jeans and moved her up the bed, his mouth already seeking hers. Ferocious need rode him. One night with her hadn’t been enough. Not nearly enough. What if he never got enough of her? Maybe he’d never be satisfied because the more he touched her, the more he wanted her.
The woman had somehow tunneled right into his blood.
He swept a hand down her body, memorizing her breasts. Her narrow rib cage. The contour of her hip. Was he being too rough? She kissed him back, her body arching against his. He licked her neck, right over her racing pulse.
Good. She wanted this. “Pippa,” he murmured right before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.
Her hands tunneled into his hair as if to keep him in place. So he sucked harder. Her moan vibrated down his chest.
She arched against him, wet and ready. His dick throbbed at her entrance, and he pushed inside, feeling like he was finally where he was supposed to be. None of this made any sense, so he shut his eyes and just let himself feel.
Her scent, soft and wild, was all around him. Her body accepted him, vibrating along his length. He tried to go slower, tried to pause, but she scraped her nails down his back, and he was lost.
He pushed all the way home, lifting his head and kissing her again, taking anything and everything she wanted to give him. Every single sigh and second. Then he let her breathe, staring into her eyes. A deep and mysterious blue. Her body gripped him as if she’d never let him go. “Are you all right?” he asked, his arms quivering as he held himself back.
She rolled her body against him and widened her thighs. “Yes. All yours, Malcolm.” She drew out his name with need in every syllable.
“Are you?” He pulled out and pushed back in, the feeling too delicious to stop. To even pause.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice softening. “Anything that matters in me is yours.”
He stopped, balls deep inside her. If that wasn’t a promise, he didn’t know what was. Maybe they were two messed-up people who had found each other somehow. “Let me save you.” Where the hell had those words come from?
She blinked. She caressed his back and shoulders, his face. “You already have. No matter what happens, you have.” Tilting her pelvis, she took more of him. All of him.
A roaring filled his ears. Lightning jolted down his spine, sparking his balls. He groaned and pulled free, driving back inside her with a desperation he could almost taste. Harder and farther, he took her, galvanized by her little gasps urging him on.
She broke first, her body tightening, her nails scouring his butt. Her orgasm pushed him into his own, and he powered hard into her, shuddering as his entire body flared wide awake and on fire. Had he ever come that hard?
Finally, he came down, his chest panting.
Her mouth was formed in a smallo. He brushed the hair back from her face, not missing the vulnerable glimmer in her eyes.
They were both lying to each other, and he knew that for sure. But in the moment, with her, this felt like the truth.
Chapter Nineteen
Pippa tried to slow her crazy heartbeat as Malcolm rolled off her and disposed of the condom in the other room. He returned, just a wide shadow in the darkness, and climbed into bed with her. Neatly flipping her on her side, he curled around her, his nose in her neck and his abdomen against her back.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice already sleepy.
She nodded, sinking into his warmth. “Yes.” Then a huge yawn escaped her. “Are you?” Did he want to talk about his crappy day? She tried to keep her eyes open, but they closed anyway. Her body relaxed from head to toe. He was just so dang warm. “You can talk to me. You seemed stressed.”
