He nodded. “I did.” He spent a few minutes exploring her breasts with his mouth and hands, ramping up the heat that coursed through her, before looking up with a playful smile. “I’m going to do it again.”
“But—”
He cut her off with a slow, sensuous kiss that went on for days and chased away all thought. When he pulled back, he said, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right this second than tasting you.”
Oh.
Her heart swelled. In this moment, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, she could almost believe this was something more than a quick fling, something more than the fleeting attraction of two people forced together under unreal circumstances.
Without waiting for a response, he snuck a hand under her back and slid her higher on the bed. Then he lowered himself between her legs and set her on fire again and again and again, until her muscles were worthless and she was desperate for him.
He stretched out on his right side next to her and caressed her ribs. She rolled to face him, and began stroking his erection until he closed his eyes on a groan. “Stop,” he said, gently holding her wrist. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her pulse tripped. “I’m ready.”
His chuckle sounded strained. “I’m more than ready, but we need a condom and I don’t want to stop touching you long enough to go searching for one.”
Reaching over her head for the nightstand, she opened the drawer and removed one of the condoms she’d stashed there earlier in a fit of wishful thinking. Thank God for optimism. “Wish granted.”
“You planned this,” he said, his tone amused as he stroked her thigh, seemingly incapable of breaking contact.
She could feel the blush creeping up her face like a rising flood. “Hardly, but I plannedforit. You know, just in case.”
“I hope you put a few more in there.” He shifted onto his back and let her roll the condom on. “First ride’s free,” he said, gesturing her to climb on.
She laughed and threw her leg over him, careful to avoid his injury. Which made her pause. “Is this going to hurt you?”
Sitting up, he gave her a hard, fast kiss and said, “If I’m not inside you in the next five seconds, I’m going to be in a lot of pain, and not from my leg.”
“I’m serious. What if you pull a stitch or start bleeding again?
“Stop thinking. I’m fine.” His thumb swept her clit and her breath hitched at the intense rush of heat. “Stop worrying and make love to me, Valerie,” he said, echoing her words back to her.
“Only if you don’t move your hips.” She leaned over him, placing her hands next to his head and brushing her breasts against his sculpted chest. “Just lie there and let me do all the work,” she said, summoning her most seductive voice. Two could play at this game. Luckily, this was a game they’d both win.
His hands encircled her waist. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You promise?” She drew out the words as her mouth traced a path from the edge of his beard, down his throat, and across his shoulder.
“Scout sniper’s honor, honey. Now fuck me.”
His rough command made her body throb with desire. Reaching between them, she guided him to her core and slowly settled on his hard shaft, rocked by the sensation of being filled by him.
He groaned and closed his eyes. “Jesus,” he muttered, stretching up to capture her breast in his hot mouth.
For a second, she held still, savoring their connection, the sense of total completeness. Then his hips jerked, and she sat up to ride him, her rhythm turning faster, more frenzied as the delicious friction pushed both of them toward the edge.
Scott’s hands gripped her upper thighs hard, and he clenched his jaw, blue eyes dark as twilight as he came with a low, animal growl.
The sounds of his pleasure pulsed through her, heightening the sensations that pushed her closer to ecstasy. Then he once again stroked her with his thumb as she rode his aftershocks, spinning her to new heights.
She was close.So close.
With another caress and a slow thrust, Scott set her alight. She soared above them and slowly drifted back to earth on a warm cloud, collapsing onto his sweat-slicked body, listening to his steady heartbeat, unable to lift a single, pleasure-pummeled muscle.
Rain pattered on the roof, while he made lazy circles on her back with his fingers and gently kissed her hair. “I’m never moving again,” she said.
“Works for me.”
