Edge of Midnight (McClouds & Friends #4)(41)

“So? Shall we go at it again? Do you want more?” he demanded.

She rolled onto her side, closing her thighs and wrapping her arms around her knees. “I think more might kill me.”

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But damn, what a way to go.”

She closed her eyes, shaking with a soft, whispery giggle.

He stared at her body, hypnotized by every angle. He wanted to draw her, to touch her, to mold her. Hold her. He loved that shadowy cleft. That hot, rich woman smell. The sweet taste, the slick texture. The amazing smoothness of her female flesh. His cock pulsed, impatient.

Keep it together. He slid the condom off, knotted it. “You got someplace I can put this?”

Liv tugged her robe around herself and shuffled on her knees over to the suitcase, rummaging until she found a plastic pharmacy bag.

She presented it to him. He dropped it in the bag with a nod of thanks, knotted the bag, dropped it in the wicker trash basket she held out to him. So polite. If you please. Thanks so much. They could be at a barbecue. She might be offering him a place to deposit his paper plate.

Like they hadn’t been writhing and thrashing around on the floor, f*cking desperately only minutes before.

She stared at his body, and reached out with a timid fingertip to trace the lumps of one of his scars. “Where did you get that?”

He was perversely irritated by the question. “Uh, that was an unfortunate misunderstanding with an arms dealer in Somalia.”

She blinked. “My goodness. You’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I kid? I wouldn’t make up nasty awful stuff like that. I wish to God it hadn’t happened. Hurt like hell. Nicked some internal organs, too. Real gross-out. Took for-f*cking-ever to heal up properly.”

“God, Sean,” she said. “What on earth have you been doing?”

Something tightened up in his mind as he gazed at her. He imagining cuddling with her, gabbing for hours. Telling stories about his crazy adventures. Fifteen years was a long time to catch up on.

But her curiosity meant no more than it did from his average f*ckbunny bimbo. Where did you get those scars? Girls always asked that, the clear subtext being Ooh, excite me with violent stories about what a dangerous animal you are before you bang me again.

He didn’t have the stomach for it. “Never mind the scars, OK?”

She shrank back at his tone. “Excuse me for being curious,” she said coolly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“I’m not offended. It’s just that gunshot wounds are a big turn-off. Not what I choose to think about when I have a massive hard-on.”

Her eyes dropped to his erection. He yanked on it with a rough, careless hand, squeezing until his cock head protruded, smooth and tight and purple with desperate hopefulness. Weeping out the slit.

Her face flushed, and an answering throb of blood surged through his own body. He grabbed her, and pushed her facedown against the antique four-poster, heaped with pink and white lace-trimmed pillows.

“I could do this all night, Liv. I am not speaking figuratively,” he said. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. But tell me quick.”

She shook her head, her hair making a soft shushing sound against the padded satin. “This is nuts,” she whispered. “I don’t know anything. I’m flying blind. I don’t know you.”

“You will,” he promised her hoarsely. “You will.” He slid down to his knees behind the bed, tugging her hips out so she was bent at a ninety degree angle. He flipped up the silk of her robe, baring her ass.

She squeaked in protest, flailing against his grip, but he held her fast. “No, no. Shhh,” he crooned. “Let me. I’ve already licked it, I’ve already sucked it, I’ve already f*cked it. Can’t I just look at it?”

She laughed, jerkily. “You won’t stop at just looking.”

“Why should I? You don’t want me to.” He gripped her hips, so round, velvety hot, flower petal smooth, and smelling of hot woman.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered thickly.

“Oh, give me a break. My oversized butt is far from perfect.”

He blinked, taken aback. She had to know how excellent her ass was. Surely she’d noticed the guys sprawled out on the ground who’d tripped over their own tongues when she walked by.

“This is the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Smooth white skin, and amazing curves, and those cute dimples.” He ran his finger down the tender slit. “And your * is world class.”

“I guess you would know,” she said, acidly.

He carefully ignored that comment, it being a train of thought that would take them nowhere good. Distraction, diversion. He teased two fingers between her labia, and thrust them slowly inside her.

She moaned. So did he. So sexy, fever hot and slick and yielding, but snug, too. All puffy upholstery in there, super-deluxe satin slick cushions, creating tight friction. His cock throbbed with eagerness to take the plunge. Her cunt muscles clenched helplessly around him, and she clutched handfuls of the coverlet, burying her face in the cushions.

“I do know you, Liv,” he said. “I know a lot about you. Secret things. Sexy things. Things you probably didn’t know yourself.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” she said breathlessly. “Oh…oh.”