Fatal Strike (McClouds & Friends #10)(73)

“No!” She shoved herself back so that his erection slid heavily inside her once again. “Don’t you leave me! Don’t you dare!”

He was frozen, confused for a second, then he made a wordless sound in the back of his throat, rolled her onto her belly and jerked her up into the same hands and knees position she’d had in the dream.

He thrust. She was primed for it, bracing herself as his body thudded against her, stroking himself voluptuously over that bright sweet place deep inside, and it glowed, swelling to ripeness—

A profound explosion of heat, light, color, in her depths.

He let go along with her, emptying himself, and collapsed on top of her. Aftershocks jolted through them both.

After a minute, Miles rolled onto his side, taking her with him. He didn’t leave her body. In fact, he was still hard. He pressed his hand low on her belly, to keep them tightly joined. His breath still came fast.

“I don’t know how that happened,” he said. “I was fast asleep. I know it sounds like a raft of total bullshit, but I swear to God—”

“I warned you,” she said.

He laughed. The vibration shivered through her, where their bodies were joined. “I don’t know how to control it,” he said. “Not in the dream, anyway. I feel so weird about it.”

“About what? What’s to control?”

He hesitated. “The vibe,” he said. “That arrogant lord of the manor thing that I’ve got going. Ripping off your clothes, throwing you on the ground, f*cking you from behind. Our dream sex is always like that. I don’t even know myself like that.”

“I know you,” she said. “And that wasn’t f*cking. Not in the dream, and not out of it. I know the difference.”

“Hmmph.” He sounded unconvinced.

She twisted around, as if she were looking at him, in spite of the darkness. “Did you feel me come?” she asked.

His answer was slow in coming. “Ah, yeah.”

“Yeah,” she repeated, with emphasis. “You pleased me.”

“Well,” he said. “Good. Thank God. At least, that.”

“No,” she said. “Get it straight. The way you acted? Your vibe? That’s not arrogance. That’s the vibe of a man who is absolutely sure of his welcome. Who trusts his lover. And knows that she wants him.”

Tension still sang in the darkness.

“That’s great,” he said, after a moment. “For the dreams, anyway. Where do you go in real life to buy that kind of confidence?”

She found his hand in the darkness, pulled it to her cheek. Kissed his palm. “You don’t,” she said. “Because I’m giving it to you. For free.”

She could actually feel his smile lighting up the Citadel, warming her from the inside. His penis jerked inside her, sliding deeper.

“God,” he muttered. “What a turn-on. Don’t get me started.”

“You know I can’t stop,” she said again. “Explain something to me, Miles. Is it possible that you don’t know how totally smoking hot you are?”

He snorted. “Oh, come on. You don’t have to say stuff like—”

“Shut up,” she snapped. “And that’s completely apart from the sexy superpowers, and the blazing heroics. I’m talking, you know, just basic, superficial, droolworthy hubba hubba.”

He was silent, but his hand slid up, cupping her breast, caressing and delicately squeezing her. “Thanks for saying that,” he said carefully.

It was clear that he didn’t believe a word of it.

Lara shifted, breaking the contact, but only to clamber up on top of him, straddling him. She leaned over, flicked on the light, lifted the cover, draping it over her shoulders against the chill, and gripped his cock, commanding him with her eyes. “Inside,” she said. “Now.”

He laughed, but held his cock obligingly up, nudging inside her. He arched, with a sharp hiss of pleasure as she slid down onto him.

“Oh. God,” he gasped, and then held her still, his big hands clamped hard on her hips. “You must be sore. I’m not moving. Not one muscle. Got that? Are we clear?”

She placed her hands on his chest, letting her dangling hair stroke and tickle him. “I just want you inside me.”

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll put it anywhere you want it, and keep it there as long as you like. But I’m not moving.”

She smiled, and he caught his breath, his eyes dazzled. “You’re so beautiful like that,” he said. “That cover over you. A goddess’s mantle. I can’t believe you’re here with me. On me.”

“Believe it,” she said. “I need for us both to believe it, because that’s exactly how I feel about you. I still don’t believe you’re real.”

He cupped her breasts, hefting them tenderly. Every point of contact was a sweet blushing glow of pleasure, a sweet kiss, a benediction. “I was with this woman, Cindy, for years, and I . . .” His eyes narrowed, doubtful. “Maybe this is inappropriate. Do you mind if I talk about her while I’m, you know, inside of you?”

“I like it when we talk,” she said. “It’s one of the many things that’s even better than the dream sex in the Citadel.”

“Oh, really?” His eyes lit with curiosity. “How’s that?”