Edge of Midnight (McClouds & Friends #4)(39)

“Goddamn you, Sean—”

“How about if I just slide down here—” he did so, dragging wet, hungry kisses down over her breasts, her belly, “to my knees and lick some more of that sweet * juice off of the royal clit.”

Liv struggled, but he held her hips and pressed his face against her mound, his long tongue squirming its way into the divide of her sex, fluttering skillfully. “Stop,” she begged. “I can’t take any more.”

He lifted his face away. “And when you’ve had enough orgasms, you’ll already be in the perfect position to kick me in the face.”

She wrenched out of his grip, and pitched off balance with her own frantic momentum. Sean lunged to steady her. They careened against the dresser, and caught the cord of the lamp. It clattered to the floor along with them. They landed on her soft, fuzzy pink hooked rug.

She was pinned beneath his big, hot weight. He was so steely hard, heavy and huge, vibrating with emotion. “Aw, shit. You OK?” he asked breathlessly. “Did you hurt yourself?”

She shoved at his chest. “You weigh a ton, and you’re squishing me into jelly, and you’re a rude, horrible jerk, but other than that, no.”

He lifted himself off her rib cage, still keeping her trapped beneath him, and grabbed a pillow that had tumbled off the bed in the tussle. He tucked it behind her head, and scooped her hair, spreading it out over the pillow. Kissed her face, her forehead, her cheeks, her throat.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “Really. Ever.”

Then why did you do it? The question echoed between them.

He groped for his jeans and plucked a condom out of the pocket. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on himself with careless expertise. She felt like a virgin sacrifice, splayed out wide on a silk draped altar. Offered up to a sensual, merciless demigod.

She couldn’t breathe, she was trembling so hard. He pressed against her, and she gasped at the electric shock of contact. He swirled himself around, caressing her folds. She squirmed towards him, biting her lip to muffle the eager, sobbing sounds she made.

He pressed deeper, staring into her eyes as he bore down. Oh. Whoa. Yikes. He was huge inside her. Her nails dug deep into his arms.

Rap, rap, rap. “Livvy? Honey?” It was her mother’s sharp voice. “We heard noises. Is everything all right?” Rap, rap, rap. “Livvy?”

Sean went motionless. His body began to vibrate with laughter.

He pressed his face against her throat. “Yeah, Livvy.” His tiny, taunting whisper tickled her ear. “Are you all right?”

She shook with laughter. It was the ultimate moment of no return. And she had to get herself under control, or the choice would be taken out of her hands. In the worst possible way.

“Livvy?” Rap, rap. Her mother’s voice rose in pitch.

She tried to coordinate her trembling vocal cords. “Ah, no, Mother, I’m fine,” she called. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. I was moving my suitcase, and I knocked over a lamp. Sorry I scared you. Good night.”

“I heard you talking to someone,” her mother said suspiciously.

“Yes. I was, ah, talking to Alison on my cell phone.”

“Ah. Can I come in? I want to talk.”

Liv’s fingernails dug into Sean’s shoulders. “Um…I’m indecent, Mother. I was about to step into the shower. Can it wait?”

Her mother made an irritated noise. “Oh, I suppose. Set your clock for five AM. We’re interviewing bodyguards tomorrow. Sleep well.”

“OK,” she said. “You, too.”

Her footsteps receded. Liv’s eyes were shut tight. Her teeth almost chattered. Sean’s lips teased her mouth open, touched the tip of his tongue to hers. Her hands skittered over his chest, feeling every dip and curve, the coarse rasp of hair, his nipples. The air felt heavy against her skin. She felt his heartbeat pulsing in the glow between her legs.

“Thank God,” he whispered. “Your waffling was driving me nuts.”

Her eyes popped open. “I was not waffling!”

“No?” Sean’s voice was a challenging whisper. “First I finger f*ck you, then you lick my cock like a lollipop, then you sob in my arms, then I suck on your clit, then you tell me to f*ck off and leave. Good thing we’re on the ground with my cock inside you. I was getting dizzy.”

She dragged in a sharp breath as he penetrated deeper. “I can’t believe you can be a smart-ass at a time like this. Oh. My. God.”

“Am I hurting you?” He went still, his body vibrating.

“Duh,” she muttered. “You’re enormous. It’s so typical. Like everything else, that would have to be ridiculous, too.”

His chest jerked with a burst of muffled laughter. “I don’t think anybody’s ever called my cock ridiculous before. He doesn’t mind, though. Not while he’s finally squeezing into that tight, juicy pink flower of a * after years of dreaming about it. Can I give you more?”

She nodded. He was sliding more easily now, oiled by her own body’s writhing eagerness. His weight shifted. Click, and she felt the pressure of light against her eyelids. “Open your eyes,” he said.

She did. The pink silk lamp lying on the floor cast a rosy pool of light. Sean grabbed a pillow off the bed and tucked it behind her.