She inhaled, every touch echoed inside until she was hanging on that precipice, desperate to go over, but wanting it to last.
Coulter nipped her ear. “Just your first. Damn sure won’t be your last.”
His voice. All sexy and low.
It undid her.
Had her pulsing around his fingers, crying into his mouth as the damn broke, and she shattered into a million pieces. Colored dots exploded behind her eyes, a dull roar sounding in her head. Coulter hummed, kept moving his hand until her strength waned, and she collapsed, limbs shaking, her breath ragged and raw.
He nuzzled her neck, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he settled between her thighs, nothing between them but the promise of more. “So damn beautiful. I should have done that the moment you sacrificed everything so we could be together.”
She smiled, brushed his hair out of his eyes. “It was worth the wait.Youwere worth it.”
His jaw clenched as he blew out a rough breath. “I didn’t grab any protection, though, knowing Shepherd, he probably has a box stashed around here someplace. I could go looking…”
She dragged him closer, staring up into his insanely blue eyes. “I think we’ve waited long enough. And I’ve got an implant, so… Your move, baby.”
The muscle in his temple jumped as he closed his eyes, nostrils flaring, chest heaving against hers. He swallowed, coughed, then lowered a bit more, every inch touching. “First time might be quick. Might not be as gentle as I’d like because, you…”
His forehead fell against hers, his arms straining.
Neve lifted her head and kissed him. “Gentle’s overrated. All I need is you, loving me, for as long as you can.” She nudged his chin. “Just the first, right? Not the last.”
“Damn.”
He kissed her, one hand lifting her ass as he thrust forward, bottoming out a moment later. Neve inhaled, all that heat burning back to life, taking her to the edge. She clung to him, her legs wrapped around his hips, her fingers digging into his back as he stilled, his mouth clamped around her shoulder before he pulled back, reclaiming every lost inch a second before he would have slipped free.
She arched into each punishing stroke, tilting her hips to take him just a bit deeper. His skin rubbed against hers, his massive form dwarfing her as he picked up the pace, nearly sent her over before he pulled out. She gasped, shaking her head when he reared back, grabbed her waist.
“Knees, Neve. Now.”
Her breath caught, his eyes like steel, the command in his voice impossible to miss. He hadn’t really asked, and she’d barely pushed onto her elbows before he bodily lifted her, spinning her until her knees hit the mattress, her hands slapping the headboard.
Coulter moved in behind her, smoothing one hand up her spine and into her hair as his other curled around her ribs, sliding over her heart. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her damp skin. “God, you’re amazing. The way you fit perfectly against me. How I know your ass will cushion every blow.”
He wedged her thighs apart, thrust deep, grinding his hips against her butt as he tugged on her hair, dragged her upright until her head fell into the crook of his shoulder. “Oh, no, I want you up here with me, sweetheart.” He pulled back, then slammed home. “I want to hear every breath, feel every beat because your heart’s mine, Neve.” Out, pause, then in again. “You’re mine.”
He fisted her hair, twisting her head as he claimed her mouth, pounding into her as if it were a mission and her surrender was the only outcome. She cinched her hands over his arm, used him as an anchor as that coil spun tighter, spiraling inward until it snapped, imploded into a million pieces of light.
She cried out, convulsing around him as he locked his hips against her ass, lodged so deep she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
He waited for her to take a breath, regain some of her senses, then pulled out, flipping her to her back before she even mumbled his name, looming over top a second before he settled over her — sank back inside. “As much as I wanted to finish with you plastered against the headboard, I need this more. You, watching me.”
She traced her hands up his ribs then across his back, hooking them around his shoulders, holding him close as he started up a rhythm she knew would ruin her. Make it impossible for her to rebuild herself without him filling in the missing pieces.
The air thickened as the room seemed to collapse in on them, reducing the world to just the two of them, bodies entwined, the mattress giving beneath them. She closed her eyes, tried to fight it off when he tsked, nudged her cheek.
“Eyes on me.”
She pried her eyelids apart, pinned by the lethal gleam in his. Like when he’d spotted her in the salvage yard as that creep had grabbed her neck. Only, this was deeper. Far more dangerous.
Coulter held her gaze, daring her to look away as he picked up the pace, his skin gleaming in the dull light. He panted out a series of breaths, his laser focus finally faltering as he inhaled, arms shaking, jaw clenched. He pushed into her a few more times, his control finally cracking.
He levered up, using all his weight to pound her into the bed. She locked her hands around his arms, met each stroke as the bed started rocking, shifting on the concrete floor, the headboard tapping the wall. He closed his eyes, muscles flexing, the vein in his neck pulsing before he tipped his head back, emptying inside her in a series of jerking thrusts.
The sight sent her over, again — had her riding his release until he collapsed, his weight pressing her into the bed.
Neve wrapped her arms around him, each shuddering breath drawing in the scent of citrus soap and spicy man. She buried her head in his shoulder, happy to drift off in his arms when he groaned and dropped a kiss on her cheek.
