“Oh God,” she whispered, taking even more of him. This wasn’t gentle or calm. It was intense. Fiery. Primal. She shut her eyes and let herbody take over.
He stroked her clit one more time and then grabbed her hair, twisting and bringing his mouth downon hers. Hard.
The kiss was everything, even as he continued to pound inside her, the hard planes of his chest warm against her breasts. She panted and reached out, her entire body going stiff.
The climax hit her out of nowhere, throwing her under. Sparks flashed behind her eyes and she cried out. He swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing her again, his firm lips unrelenting and his tongue passionate. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm and she stopped breathing as she rode out the sharp waves.
He tensed against her, his grip tightening on her hip. Then he shuddered against her, sliding his head down so his mouth could latch ontoher shoulder.
She went limp, her lungs panting, her eyes wide. “Wow.”
He jolted and then chuckled, his body moving against her. More electrical shocks zipped through herand she moaned.
He lifted up and kissed her gently on her nose, both cheeks, her chin, and then her mouth. Pleasure darkened his eyes. His heart beat against hers, and she could swear they were in perfect time. The sharp angles of his face softened just a little. “Areyou all right?”
She was completely overcome. “Yes,”she whispered.
“Good.” He pulled out and grinned at her whimper. “I’ll be right back.” He rolled from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
What had she just done? She scrambled up and crawled beneath the covers, her body sore and way too relaxed. Naked and vulnerable. Oh, she’d definitely wanted him, but that was more than sex. Never in her life had she felt overcome like that, and it was all Jethro Hanson. The college professor who was so much more thanhe’d appeared.
He returned and lifted one eyebrow when he saw her beneath the covers. “Feeling shy, are we?” He pulled back the bedspread and slid in next to her, reaching for her. “What shall wedo about that?”
She snuggled her butt into his groin, letting him spoon his strong, scarred body around her. The feeling of warmth and safety nearly brought tears to her eyes. “That was a lot.”
“Yes.” He kissed the top of her head, his broad hand flattened over her abdomen. With his other hand, he playedwith her hair.
She could stay like this forever, but that kind of thinking would get her heart smashed in two. Even though he thought they could take care of Monty, he didn’t know him. He’d never stop. Even if he lost everything, he would still keep coming for her because he couldn’t lose to her. Never to her. She shivered.
Jethro pulled the covers up over her shoulders. “What areyou thinking?”
That she was going to have to run again, even if they did manage to hurt Monty first. The guy was obsessed and would give up everything to find her and hurt her. She’d been fooling herself to think otherwise. Somebody like Jethro, a hero who understood good and evil, would never understand that reality. “I was just thinking that I had no clue uptight philosophy professors could be so good in bed.”
He chuckled, his breath stirring her hair. “Same with frigidly cold statistics professors.”
“Hey.” She smiled, wiggling her butt and enjoying his groan in response. “I was polite. Notfrigidly cold.”
“Humph. We’ll have to agree to disagree,” he said, running his hand down her arm to take her hand. “I meant it when I said taking this step would change things between us.”
She kept her breathing even. “What? Now you want me to meet you at the door in high heels with a seductive wrap around my body and a martini in my hand?”
He hardened behind her. “Is that somethingyou Yanks do?”
Shechuckled. “No.”
“Tease.” He tugged on her ear. “No. I was just making sure you understand that you’re not running away now. At least not without saying goodbye and with a good planin your head.”
She had the oddest sense that he’d just added the last for her comfort and had no intention of letting her run. Even odder, that didn’t scare her. Jethro would never hurt her, and that idea had her eyelids closing and herbody relaxing.
Roscoe’s bark had her sitting upright in the bed.
“Incoming,” Jethro said, rolling from the bed and yankingon his sweats.
“Mama?” Trudy murmured, toddling right by the room on her way to themaster bedroom.
Gemma covered her mouth to stop a chuckle and slipped from the bed, yanking a blanket around her naked body. “I’m coming, honey.”
Trudy returned and looked into the room. “Oh. Are youguys playing?”
