He dipped his shoulder, rolled her on top. She caught her weight on his chest, legs straddling his, still fully entwined. She bit at her bottom lip, head thrown back as she pulsed around him, a deep flush laced across her skin.
He watched her climax, wondering how he’d ever survived without her. How he’d ever thought he could love her and not be consumed by it.
That this one night changed everything.
Tierney slowly opened her eyes, her pupils blown wide, an easy smile shaping her mouth. She sucked in a few quick breaths, staring down at him before frowning as her focus shifted to his torso.
Her eyes widened, some of the color draining from her face. “Christ, Buck, your ribs.”
He grunted, pushed up into her. A reminder he hadn’t finished. That they weren’t finished. “Really not thinking about my ribs right now, Tier.”
“Well, you should be. God, I’m probably crushing you?—”
He levered up again, cut her off with a rough kiss. “All I feel is what you’re doing to me. How fucking desperate you make me.” He shook his head. “Once isn’t going to be close to enough, so find a rhythm before I find one for us.”
She dragged her gaze to his, her body caught between his chest and his thighs. He gave her a bit more room, helped her slide along his length, the angle pushing him a bit deeper.
He must have hit that same spot because she inhaled, eyes squeezing shut, the muscles in her neck cording as she moaned what sounded like a cross between his name and yes. She shuddered a few times, finally wrapping her arms around his neck, rocking her hips in an effort to ride him.
He let her lead, loving the way her eyes glassed over as another orgasm burned to life. He knew the exact moment she gave herself over to it. Her breath hitched, every muscle strung tight before she tipped her head, body spasming within his embrace.
He watched her writhe in his arms, her skin dotted with sweat, the scent of rose soap mixing with their combined arousal. She swallowed, and he leaned forward, nipped at where he’d left the blemish. Need raced along his spine, every pulse drawing him under, and he had to clench his muscles in order to hold off his release.
Tierney let her forehead fall against his, her breath cooling his heated skin. “God, Buck…” Her voice sounded rough, gravelly, lower than usual. “I need…”
He smiled. “Me, too. Hold on because I’m gonna take you there one more time.”
He gathered her close, rolled her onto her back again, his weight barely balanced on his elbows. She gasped as she stared up at him, sinking her fingers in his hair, holding his head to hers.
He started off slow, varying his speed by how she reacted. A gasp, and he increased his pace. A soft purr, and he slowed it down, gave her a chance to catch her breath.
His arms had started shaking by the time her breathing caught, rasping free in shuddered gasps. She looked up at him, bottom lip snagged between her teeth, pupils fully dilated. She whispered his name, that single word pushing him over the edge.
He increased his tempo, shaking the bed, tapping out the rhythm against the wall. Tierney clung to him, gaze locked on his, hips rising to meet each thrust. He clenched his jaw, finally pushing onto his hands, needing the extra leverage to take them both over.
Sweat beaded his skin, muscles screaming from the strain when she tilted her hips, changed the angle.
He snapped.
Fire sparked beneath his skin, all that pressure reaching the tipping point. One last thrust, and he broke, emptied inside her, his vision blurring into black. A dull roar sounded in his head, the room a wash of gray, but he was still aware of Tierney’s body warm and languid beneath his.
He stayed rigid above her for a few more seconds before collapsing on top, praying he wasn’t crushing her into the mattress. His arms ached, his chest tight, but for the first time since the car bomb, the voices had dulled. Faded into the heat still thrumming beneath his skin.
Tierney held him close, her head tucked against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his back. She didn’t talk, just breathed in shuddering rasps.
Buck sighed, finally finding the strength to open his eyes to stare down at her. Tears dotted her cheeks, a warm flush colored her skin. He had a moment of panic, of wondering if he’d been too rough, loved her too long when she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
She hummed, squeezing him tighter. “Promise me something?”
He chuckled. “Anything.”
“That it’ll always be like that.”
He tilted his head. “Not sure I can promise that because, it’s only going to get better. And you know I’m a man of my word.”
Her eyes teared, a few slipping down her cheeks. “Any better, and you’ll kill me.”
“You’re too tough for that.” He brushed his thumb across her jaw. “Happy tears, right?”
