Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5)(98)

He wanted in there with her, but he was the one who had pressured her into going there alone. Far from him. “Open your eyes,” he said.

“Stop it. You’re distracting me,” she whispered. “This is hard enough as it is.”

“Open them,” he urged. “I want you to see me looking at you.”

That smile again. “Don’t worry. I don’t have to see you to know you’re there. You make your presence felt.”

She was getting closer, working herself up to it with tight circles, panting breaths. He felt the power building.

And he was on his feet, in her face. “Open your eyes,” he pleaded.

“Goddamn it, Nick,” she gasped out. “I’m so close…”

He forced his hand between her clamped thighs, into the moist heat behind her fingers. “Now.” He made his voice sharp, a whip crack.

Her eyes popped open, startled, and he thrust two fingers into her slick depths just as the pleasure jolted through her. Her cunt clenched hard around his fingers, and he saw right into her unguarded eyes, right into that sweet, secret space inside her, where he wanted to be.

God. Where he wanted to live.

He held her up there against the wall until she could more or less stand again, and then gave in to the inevitable and sank to his knees, lifting up one of her legs and placing it on the seat of the chair.

“Hold open your * for me,” he told her.

She fumbled to obey him, and just shook there, poised over him on wobbling legs, and holding her labia wide for him. He went at her with his hungry tongue, sliding it up and down the sopping length of her pink vulva with swirls around the taut, swollen clit at the top, deep darting thrusts into it, over and over until she came again with a low wail, jerking and shuddering against his face. Too soon. He could stay there, drinking from that sweet fountain of life. For hours.

He held her steady as he got to his feet and rolled the condom he had at the ready over himself, then shoved her back against the wall and nudged his cock head inside her, pushing until he felt that delicious resistance of that plushy glove of perfect woman flesh.

“I won’t be able to stop once I start,” he told her.

“I’d hit you in the face if you tried to stop,” she shot back.

God, he loved it when she was feisty. “I can’t go slow, either.”

“I don’t want you to.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and hung on. “Stop being such a chatterbox. You’re pissing me off again.”

Her words became a low moan in chorus with his own as he nudged deeper, pushing and pushing, digging the slow, tight glide into her body. He eased back a little, surged in, and just went at her, wildly, desperate to lunge inside her before he was even done with the stroke he was on. He jolted her against the wall with a cry at every deep plunge.

A simultaneous orgasm was building up, her charge added to his own. They exploded, souls touching for a timeless instant. And he was there, in that magic place where he had longed to be. Part of her. Awed by her. So beautiful.

He locked his wobbling knees by sheer force of will, and let his weight prop their shaking, sweating bodies against the wall.

“So,” he said, looking for words for the thought pervading his mind. “So it wasn’t just those vid cams that did it for you, then.”

It took her a second to register what he was referring to, but her eyes popped open, bright with righteous anger. “Hell, no! As if! What kind of pervert do you think I am, anyway? It was you!”

“Me,” he repeated, in a shaky whisper. “Me.” He took a deep breath, forcing enough strength into his limbs to lift her up and carry her over to the bed, still wrapped around him. His cock still inside. He wasn’t ready to let go of this contact yet. No f*cking way.

He sat down on the bed, arranging her legs so that she was kneeling astride him, and flopped back onto the coverlet.

He stared up at her, still speechless. She stared down, petting his chest, her fingertips exploring him with tender, idle curiosity.

Her eyelashes swept down over her eyes, shadowing them from his gaze. “Well? So? Did that, um…” Her voice trailed off.

“What?” he demanded, impatient.

“Did that make it up to you? For the burning-in-hell agony?”

He refused to let the smile loose, even though his face desperately wanted to. “Nah,” he said. “You’ve made a dent, maybe. No more.”

She looked outraged. “You call that a dent?” Her mouth twitched. “You really do have to keep the upper hand, don’t you? At all costs?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed.” He reached up, tangling his fingers into her hair. “To my last breath.”

“Doesn’t that make you tired? Always having to be in control?”

The question made him vaguely uncomfortable. “No,” he said.

She picked at the buckle on her sexy spike heeled sandals, pulling them off and tossing them away, and she looked at him, her eyes big and thoughtful. “I scared you that badly?” Her voice was soft.

He hesitated for a moment. “I was beside myself,” he said.

Her eyelashes swept down, and she spent a couple of minutes stroking his chest hair. Which made his dick twitch and thicken inside her.

She leaned down, and startled him by dropping a tender kiss right between his eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you,” she said.