Edge of Midnight (McClouds & Friends #4)(82)

“Less problematic?” He scowled. “What the hell does that mean?”

She snorted. “It means that when I’m done, I switch it off, wash it with soap and water and put it back in its box. It doesn’t follow me around, and manipulate me into endless marathon sex sessions.”

“Mmm.” He did the deep breathing trick again, tightening all the muscles in his groin, his fist squeezing his aching cock. “Princess? If we get through this, when things calm down…can we play with it?”

She was startled into another burst of laughter. “Why on earth? Like the one you’ve got on your body isn’t enough for me to deal with!”

“I want to watch you use it on yourself,” he confessed. “The very idea makes me practically explode all over the sheets.”

She grunted. “Oh, please. What doesn’t have that effect on you, Sean?”

“Aw. That’s not fair.” He flopped down onto the pillow. “I just go nuts at the idea of you pleasuring yourself. You’re so sexy.”

“Oh, stop. Don’t overdo it.”

He nuzzled her hair, lifting it up to see the bright red color of her cheeks. It was working. “Sweetheart?” he asked softly. “Do you want to touch yourself now?”

She let out a shuddering sigh, and shook her head.

“It doesn’t mean that you have to have sex with me,” he coaxed. “It doesn’t mean that I won and you lost. It’s just pleasure. I want you to have it. I love it when you’re pleased. I love it when you take a bite of chocolate, when you laugh, when you come. It makes me happy.”

She shifted under the covers, and he felt her yielding as he cuddled closer and draped his arm over her tense, trembling back.

“Do it. Put your hand between your legs,” he urged, his voice a velvety caress against her neck. “I can’t even see you. It’s all under the covers. All secret, all hidden. Just do it. Give that pleasure to yourself.”

It took her a long time to struggle towards her climax. He loved holding her, tuning in, feeling the tension as she strove for completion, but it was torture to feel that sexual energy vibrating through her beautiful body, and remain outside. Waiting patiently.

She finally got there. Pleasure jolted and shuddered through her body, and knifed right through his own, by reflex. It made him gasp.

Every time, he made the same mistake, made it worse, took it further. Every time he f*cked her, his seductive bullshit backfired on him, pulling him deeper and deeper into a vortex he’d created himself.

He nuzzled her hair, parting it until his lips touched damp skin. Touched her with the tip of his tongue, tasting salt, sweet. Pretending to be the slick, confident seducer who had it all together. Not a desperate man who would fall into jagged, broken pieces if she turned him down.

“Liv,” he said. “Do you want me now?”

He couldn’t hide the need in his voice, even though it shamed him. All his stupid patter, and he was reduced to begging anyway.

She nodded. He almost wept with relief. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded. “Say the words. I need to hear them.”

She turned her face, and looked at him. Her eyes swam with tears. “I want you,” she said simply.

He grabbed the covers, wrenched them down over her body. The T-shirt had ridden up over her magnificent ass. He tugged it up over her head, tumbling her hair over her face, and tossed it away. “Roll over?”

She shook her head, and pressed her face down into the covers again. He stared down at her luscious, plump backside, his breath coming fast. Great. This position would do just fine.

He fumbled with the condom he’d slipped under his pillow, rolling it on with fingers that shook. Positioned himself behind her, stroking her satiny smooth ass cheeks, sliding his hand tenderly between her thighs. She parted her legs for him, tilting her ass up with a sigh as he teased her plump, shining pink * lips open. His bold caresses made her jerk and shiver as he spread hot lube all around, to ease his way.

They moaned when he slid his cock heavily into her tight, plush depths. He braced himself, and pumped, giving it to her nice and slow, but the rhythm quickened anyway. It was Liv who was pushing him, shoving back with her ass, wordlessly demanding it deeper, harder.

He gave it to her. He was helpless to do anything else.

“There’s nothing else like this,” he muttered. “There’s no one like you in the world, princess.”

She laughed at him, but the sound was punctuated by sobbing gasps with each heavy stroke. “Come on. In this position, I could be anyone for you. You could be Attila the Hun. I could be Sophia Loren.”

That crack slid right under his guard and made him furious. He slid his arm around her neck, bending her head back. “It doesn’t matter what position you’re in. I know exactly who I’m f*cking. I know the taste of your sweat. The taste of your lube. The smell of your hair. The exact curve of your ass, your waist, every bone of your spine. Every beauty mark. This one—” he kissed her shoulder blade, “and this one, and this group of three. I know the dimples over your ass—”

“OK, I’m convinced. Stop pulling my head back.”

Her voice was choked and shaking, but she didn’t seem upset. He eased off, but not much, sensing that the roughness excited her. He stirred his cock around. “You know me, too,” he said. “You wouldn’t mistake me for any other man you’ve ever been with. Would you?”