Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5)(73)

She stretched luxuriously beneath his weight. “First, you make me come like never before, and you thank me. Then, you make me come again and again and again…and what do you do? You apologize.”

“I lost control,” he growled. “I could have hurt you.”

“News flash,” she said. “You didn’t. And I doubt that you even could.” Her eyes opened, suddenly somber. “Not during sex, anyway.”

He slowly withdrew himself from her clinging sheath, but she twined both arms around his neck and squeezed. “Nick? I have to tell you something.”

He braced himself, gut clenched against the ache of nameless fear in his gut. “Yeah? What?”

“If you do your standard post-sex routine and get all mean and grumpy and sour, and run out on me, you aren’t ever going to have to worry about Vadim Zhoglo again.”

He started to grin, warily. “I won’t?”

“No, you won’t,” she said. “Because I’ll kill you myself.”

He almost collapsed right on top of her as the shudder of laughter cut him off right at the elbows. He got to his feet, with some difficulty, peeled off the extremely full condom. Then he pried off his shoes, and shoved down his jeans, stepping out of them. “I’m not running off,” he assured her. “See? I can’t. I’m naked. Just ditching the latex. OK?”

“Hurry back. I mean it.” Her voice was steely.

He did, still shaking with silent hysteria. But when he came back into the room and stared down at her gorgeous body lying on the ground, his laughter suddenly faded away. It bothered him, to see her lying naked on the floor. She looked too helpless there. Too vulnerable.

He’d rather see her naked bouncing through a field of flowers, or naked in a bathtub, or naked in a forest cascade. Better yet, naked tucked snugly into a soft bed. And him on top of her.

His cock started to stir, and grow heavy and long between his legs. He crouched down and pulled her to her feet. “I didn’t run away. But I’m warning you right now. I’m a chronic insomniac.”

“Yes? And so? What of it?” she asked crisply.

“Since I can’t sleep, I’ll let you take a wild guess as to my top favorite alternative bed activity,” he offered.

Her eyes dropped to his cock, which had stretched out to full length and was now starting to do the super duper hydraulic lift trick.

“Good God,” she said faintly. “You’re kidding.”

“Does that look insincere?”

“But don’t you need to rest? Don’t you ever relax?”

“Nope,” he said. “I hope you don’t, either.”

She let out an explosive breath. “If you can’t relax after sex like that, then you’re in a world of hurt, buddy.”

The laughter that wrenched through him threatened almost to turn into sobs. He wrestled it down as he kneeled to pull the rest of the condoms out of his jeans pocket, and then waved the long, dangling strip of silvery foil packages in her face before he scooped her up, cupping her ass so that she straddled him. “Tell me about it.”

“Hey.” She wiggled halfheartedly, and then clamped her thighs around his waist. “Is this another of your sleazy, manipulative games?”

He kicked her bedroom door open. “Of course. That’s a given.”

He couldn’t be bothered to get rid of the mountain of pillows, so he tossed her into the midst of them, and jumped on her. She giggled and shrieked and struggled as he wrestled her into position, ripped open a condom with his teeth, expertly smoothed that sucker into place.

He’d meant for this one to be playful. Lah di dah, frolicking around in the piles of fluffy lace pillows like a couple of horny bunnies. As always, though, things took a turn. Straight into a place he’d never been, had no procedure for, no rules, no training. No clue.

First, it was that searing, electric moment of connection, staring into her beautiful eyes as he started pushing his cock into her. Then that shivering, aching swell of emotion, as the pleasure intensified into something almost unbearable. The laughter petered out, the smiles faded. They just stared into each others’ eyes, awestruck.

All he could do was hang onto her and f*ck desperately.

Something was happening to him, something huge and unstoppable. As natural as the sun rising, and just as miraculous. He had to close his eyes against it, bury his face against the pillow to muffle the sounds he was making, soak up the hot damp from his eyes.

They clung to each other as his body hammered against hers. She clawed at him, raising herself, inciting his frenzied thrusts with her clutching fingers, her wild cries, and he was blasting off, oh God.

She found her way over the brink with him, and they were flung out together by the force of it, across infinite inner space inside their minds but, amazingly, together. He didn’t lose her, in that lonely place.

They were fused. One glowing, perfect entity.

That perfect bliss dissolved into consciousness again. He forced his heavy eyelids to open and stared into the darkness.

His chest felt hot, so soft. He marveled at it. Speechless, limp. Terrified, that it might desert him again, as mysteriously as it had come. Leave him cold and constricted as a clenched fist once again.

Part of him pleaded: Let me feel it. Please. Let me feel it.

And the other part: You’re going to pay for this in blood, dickwad.