Edge of Midnight (McClouds & Friends #4)(65)

“So what the hell are you proposing?” she demanded.

“Let’s finish the tough, awkward part of this conversation first, and then move on to the fun, sexy, erotic part. Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Oh. I’m fine,” she admitted. “I haven’t been with anyone for two years. I’ve had bloodwork since then, for my annual exam. Negative.”

“Great.” He rolled the condom off, tossing it into the trash beside the bed. “Then do that excellent thing you were doing before. Put your hand on your *, and press your fingers down so your clit pokes out. Wow! You’ve got such a gorgeous, aggressive looking clit.”

She did as he asked, struggling not to giggle. “So? And?”

“A clit is like a vestigial cock, you know?” he said. “And yours has got a hard-on right now. So f*ck me with it.”

She still didn’t understand, until he slid his hand the length of his penis, letting just the broad flared tip poke out of his clutching fist. The slit at the end glistened with a shining, slippery drop of pre-come.

Her neck, her face, all went even redder and damper than they already were. She swallowed, tried to get a grip on herself. “What makes you think this is a vestigial penis?” she demanded. “It depends on your point of view. We could as easily say that you’ve got a ridiculously oversized clitoris bouncing around in front of you.”

A slow, delighted grin spread lazily over his face. “So this is, like, a lesbo fantasy? Wonderful. Girl on girl—I go for that.”

“Shut up, you dog. I do not want to hear about your depraved previous sexual adventures. They make me want to beat you.”

His eyes widened. “Mmm. Scold me,” he murmured. “Show me who’s boss.” He grabbed her free hand, wrapped it around his thick shaft, and brought it up, presenting it with an exaggerated sigh of surrender. “Go for it. Teach me some manners, sweetheart.”

She pressed the tip of her clit against his penis, slid it inside.

They both gasped. It was a tiny movement. Intensely erotic and tightly focused. Their bodies shook. The stimulation was almost too intense to bear, but Sean was groaning, his big shoulders shaking. He liked it. So did she. She ground his glans harder against herself. Her excitement coiled up, tightening to a sharp, shivering point.

Sean leaned his damp forehead against hers. He shook with laughter, and excitement. “Take me,” he whispered.

She dissolved into giggles right as her orgasm pulsed through her, wrenching through every limb. He grabbed her other hand and wrapped it around his penis, squeezing her hand beneath his own. Hot jets of semen spurted over their clutching hands, onto her breasts, her belly.

He rested his hot forehead on her shoulder, trembling violently.

The creamy liquid seemed to burn her skin. Liv stared down at it, touched the white drops with her fingertips. She felt breathless, moved.

Semen had always struck her as an unfortunate and somewhat comical by-product of sex. Something sticky and icky to deal with. Usually safely contained in latex and conveniently ignored.

This was so different. This was his body’s offering. A tribute to life, poured out on an altar of passion and desire. A magic potion.

She wanted him to fill her with it, feel it trickling hot between her thighs. She wanted him to give her a child with it.

She’d been in free fall ever since she’d seen him standing in the ashes of her bookstore. Her chest ached and throbbed like her heart had been torn apart. He could destroy her with a wave of his hand.

He raised his head. She kept her watery eyes averted. She couldn’t bear to look at him. She extricated her hands from his strong grip and clambered off the bed. “Have to wash,” she mumbled.

When she swept the shower curtain aside, Sean stood there waiting. She felt melted and blurry, unfit for scrutiny. She stepped out of the tub, tried to walk past without looking at him.

“Goddamnit, Liv.” He spun her around and kissed her.

It was a dominating kiss, but her need flared right up to meet it. She clung to him and kissed him back. He lifted his lips from hers. “Don’t do that. Tear me to pieces, and then give me the cold shoulder.”

“What do you think you did to me last night?” she flung back.

“Let’s make a deal. You don’t do it to me, and I won’t do it to you.”

It’s never that simple, she wanted to scream.

“Let’s kiss on it. Look me in the eyes, Liv. And kiss me.”

“We just did,” she pointed out. “Very thoroughly.”

“That was before we made our deal.” His voice had that soft, unguarded tone that tugged at her heart. She couldn’t resist him.

She put her hands on his hot, scratchy cheeks, and stood up on her tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Promise?” His voice was hoarse.

“Promise,” she assured him.

He dragged her out of the bathroom, stretched out on the bed and held out his arms. It felt so sweet and perfect, sliding into them. She hid her face against his chest, let the deep thudding of his heart soothe her.

She must have slept. Bizarre images paraded through her mind, from the violent to the erotic. She woke to find Sean gazing into her face. His expression brought her to instant wakefulness. “Yes? What?”

“Tell me everything T-Rex said to you, Liv,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry to make you think about it, but I have to know.”