Page 80 of Intrepid

“Shit!” Fire blazed across my scalp, where he squeezed a fistful of locks.

His moans turned to short pants of breath, and he tugged at my hair, urging me up onto his body. “Ride me, Sera. I need to feel you.”

A glance to the side found two condoms lying on the floor beside his jeans. “Should we …”

He followed my gaze and back. “You on birth control?” At my nod, he squeezed the backs of my thighs, lifting me up while he positioned himself beneath me. “Good. You’ll be the first time I’ve never used anything.” He met my eyes. “And my last.”

I wanted to ask why he sounded so resolute that I’d be his last, but I didn’t. “You’re my first, too.”

“I need this, angel.” With a kiss to the top of my breast, he stared up at me, eyes pleading. “I need to feel you.”

I slid his hard length inside of me, and his hands gripped tight to my ass, grinding my pussy against his cock. The sound in his throat was a cross between a growl and groan, masculine and hungry, possessive and angry.

“Fuck! You love this, yeah? You love that I can’t think. I can’t concentrate on anything but this. How badly I’ve wanted it.”

He sat forward, and his mouth clasped down on my breast, suckled my nipple. The punishing sting of his tongue had me gripping his hair, and my lip swelled, caught between my teeth, as he kept on with his torment.

The chair creaked and hissed as we fucked. Pressure at my shoulders came from his hands latched around them, as if he thought I might float away, while his hips pistoned below me. With an indomitable expression, jaw clenched with every thrust, he studied me, watching my reaction as I watched him back.

I wanted to see it on his face.

Like two fighters, waiting for one of us to give. His eyes smoldered with the need to destroy something, to annihilate it and watch it crumble, so I gave in.

I let him shatter me first.

My body jolted and tensed, plank-stiff, while stars exploded behind my eyes. I cried out his name over the sounds of his cursing, and rode out the last of my orgasm.

Staring up at me with fiery determination in his eyes, he shook with every thrust of his hips, his body wound tight.

Tighter. Ready to snap.

Sweat glistened on his skin, and he gave one upward drive, shooting pulses of electricity up my spine.

With his head tipped back, I watched his brows come together, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw popped. The beautiful moment of his release. His body shuddered beneath me, the heat exploding from his bones as he filled me, and the masculine sounds vibrating in his throat were the soundtrack of my ruin.

I’d found the passion my mother had told me about, and just as she’d warned, I didn’t want to let it go.

He drew me into his body, clutching the back of my head, and kissed me, his cock still pulsing inside of me.

“I want to take care of you, Ty.” I sank my fingers into his hair and slid my hand down his cheek, kissing him again, wishing I could slip beneath his skin and stay there.

“Why?” His hands spread the thin layer of sweat over my body as he swept them over every inch, as if he didn’t want to stop touching me.

“Because I think you need it. I think you need someone to take care of you.”

“Who’s going to take care of you?”

I smiled against his lips. “I’ll find someone.”

A crack sounded alongside a sharp sting across my ass. I flinched my cheeks on a laugh and felt the growl in his chest.

He leaned forward, pulling me even tighter to his body, the tautness of his muscles asserting his jealousy. In some ways, Ty reminded me of a little boy refusing to share his candy with anyone. “Fuck that.”

I guessed it made me a tease, for wanting to stoke that jealousy.

“You don’t want this, though. You don’t want to keep me.”

“I said I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. You belong to me, though.” The lazy blink of his eyes told me the alcohol still swam through his veins. He held my face in his hands like fragile glass he didn’t want to break, eyes rapt on my lips as he brushed his thumbs across them. “You’re my little blue fairy. My most perfect thing.”