Just as she began coming, I rose and pressed myself deep inside her, letting her pulse around me. I held perfectly still, enjoying the sensation of each shudder I’d created in her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my vision blurring from the pleasure.
I waited patiently for her to recover, to get used to my possession, and when she seemed ready, I scooped a hand behind her neck and gently pulled her up into my kiss. She answered back with more intensity, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth and biting just hard enough to have an edge of pain.
I let out a sound that was a mixture of satisfaction and approval, showing her I was glad she wasn’t delicate with me. Was it the same for her? I let her hair free from the hair tie, and it fell like a silk curtain around her face.
But as soon as it was down, I gathered it in my hands, twisting it into a rope so I could tug her head back and expose her neck to me.
She made a startled sound, obviously not pain as I’d been careful not to hurt her, and it trailed off into a moan. I lowered my mouth to the pulse point in her neck as I withdrew my hips and then urged them forward to bury myself inside her again.
Fuck, it felt too good.
I told her as much, although I had no idea what language I used.
The air in the room was thick, and we each fought to catch our breath. It was hot, and it took no time for us to be covered in a thin sheen of sweat. This bed was on fire, and all I cared about was the woman before me. How I moved inside her, how she let me place a hand behind her knee and raise it, wrapping her long leg around my waist.
But the bed . . . It was too low, and widening my stance didn’t help. My thighs burned from the effort, and the angle I wanted to drive into her was off.
I slid out of her and tugged her to her feet, but she fell forward into my arms.
“You think I can walk right now?” she cried incredulously.
Oh. I gave her a sheepish smile. “Right. Sorry.”
I moved us to the side of the bed and let us fall on it in a tangled heap. I did everything I could to make it sound like a request and not an order. “Get on top of me.”
She flushed. Even in the goddamn heat. Beautiful.
Then she did as asked with my help, positioning herself over me and sinking down, inch by inch. My gaze focused between her legs, watching the sexy slide as she took me inside her. She tried to establish a slow, measured pace, but it made me crazy. I grasped her hips and drove her down on me, grinding her against me. When she arched her back, I slid my hands up to cup her breasts, my fingertips brushing across her hardened nipples.
Thank God Juric’s bullet had hit me low enough that I could do this with minimal pain.
It was beyond enjoyable letting her ride me. The strands of her hair swayed with the rock of our bodies, and moans swelled up from both of us. Sweat made me sticky, and the sharp slap of bodies caused the headboard to thump against the wall.
Kara’s orgasm came out of nowhere. She jerked on top of me with a strangled cry, and I pulled her down so her mouth was by my ear so I could enjoy listening to her better.
“You sound so fuckingsexywhen you come,” I said, prolonging her shivers.
In the pit of my stomach, a foreign sensation took hold when she stretched a leg down and asked me wordlessly with her body to roll her onto her back without losing our connection. I knew what she desired now, and I’d . . . well, I’d begrudgingly try.
Missionary was my least favorite position. Sometimes it felt like I had to do most of the work and the partner beneath me simply lay there. I didn’t want that. I wanted an equal.
Hadn’t I found that in her?
“Slower,” she said, when I was over her.
Her soft hands drifted down my shoulders, down my arms, and up again. Over my back. Like she couldn’t get enough of having me in her hands. Couldn’t get enough of touching me.
God, I could relate. I couldn’t get enough of her in every way possible.
She tilted her hips, angling so that I sank deeper into her, deeper than I’d been before, and I felt my eyes widen. The impossibly slow rhythm she’d demanded was tightening the tension inside me, winding it tighter every second.
I felt... connection. Like we were doing something so much more important than just getting each other off.
Like I belonged to her, belonged with her.
The rock of her hips against mine felt so amazing it was almost painful. Her lips were soft and warm. One of her hands threaded in my hair. The other was bent so it could grab the headboard behind her.
