In For the Kill (McClouds & Friends #11)(42)

“My ass. I killed for you today. I spent the whole day sorting that shit out. You owed me a phone call.”

She twined her legs around his, swiveling with subtle, pulsing movements around his cock. “I’m sorry,” she said simply.

“Good.” He swiveled his cock inside her, with a slow, seductive deliberation that made her squirm and gasp. “That’s a start.”

“Don’t be angry,” she said. “They gave me some sedative, and I didn’t even know what I was—”

“Stop it right there.” He forged inside, savoring her delicate clutch and drag. “Don’t even try to act delicate and confused and wounded on me. I see right through that crap. You are as tough as a steel cable.”

She let out a jerky sigh. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He shook his head. “Not good, not bad. Just true. You blew me off because you didn’t know how to deal with me.”

“And you? Do you know how to deal with me?” she asked, canting her hips eagerly to receive the slow, sensual slide.

“I’m learning,” he said. “I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.”

She reached up, cupping his face. “Strong is good,” she said with sudden vehemence. “The strong ones stay alive.”

“I like your strength,” he conceded. “It makes me hard.”

“I’m glad it has this effect. You’re the first it ever did.”

“Good,” he said, staring down at the tender, shining pink petals of her cunt clinging to him on the outstroke. He gleamed, steaming hot from plunging into her sweet depths. “Stay strong, babe.”

“I try,” she whispered. “You’re my weak spot.”

He froze, breathing down the rising energy of his own orgasm. He was not done with her yet, not by a mile. There was something very wrong with her reasoning, but all his red blood cells were getting busy down in his groin, and he couldn’t be bothered to thrash it out.

“Which weak spot was that?” He held his hand over her heart. “This one? Or are we talking about this one, down here?” He diddled her clit delicately with his thumb.

“Oh, Sam.” Her breath hitched, hiccuping. “Oh . . . oh.”

“That’s not weak,” he said. “That’s soft and juicy and hot and alive. There’s a difference, and you need to learn it.” He worked the sensitive pink pearl of her clit, lifting her mound up, so he could look at it in all its shiny, flowerlike, pink glory, his cock gliding in and out.

The wave was breaking over her again. She pulled him along with her this time. He lost control, clutching her as he exploded.

He rolled to the side, after his moment of oblivion. Cold air intruded against his sweat-dampened skin. He let his cock slide out, reluctantly. They were drenched. “I didn’t use a condom,” he said.

She opened her eyes. “You have no diseases. I have the implant. As long as you’re not sleeping with anyone else, what’s the problem?”

His cock twitched with enthusiasm at this sentiment, but the words burst out of him just the same. “No,” he said harshly. “You ditch the latex when you’re committed. Not for a throwaway f*ck buddy you’re blowing off some steam with before you climb on your plane.”

She sat up. “Blowing off steam? Are you scolding me? You should have given me this lecture before you came inside me, not after!”

“Yeah, I should have,” he agreed.

“I never saw you as a throwaway! Or a . . . a f*ck buddy!”

“Guess what, Sveti?” he said through set teeth. “That’s what you call the ones that aren’t keepers.”

She made a pained sound, folded up, and pressed her face to her knees. Oh, Christ, why? He was being a raving * to her. Again.

“Sorry,” he said gruffly. “I didn’t mean to give you a hard time, particularly not tonight. It just popped out. Really, Sveti. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, still hiding her face.

He tried again. “Listen. I appreciate that you trust me, about unprotected sex. But trust is a dangerous thing. If you’re not sure—”

“You think I don’t know?” She looked up, eyes blazing. “Jesus! Do you think I was still a virgin at my age because I am so trusting?”

Sam blew out a savage sigh. “No, but you don’t owe me sex, because of what happened today. Shit, I don’t know what I’m saying. Just don’t do anything that’ll hurt you. Protect yourself. From everyone. Including me, because I can’t seem to stop ranting at you.”

Her lashes swept down. “That’s sweet of you.”

“No, actually,” he said through his teeth. “On the contrary.”

“But if you were wondering, I did not drag you into my bed to thank you for saving me, Sam. That was a completely selfish gesture on my part. That was all for me, me, me. Rest assured.”

He was obscurely comforted by that. “Ah. Okay.”

“Everybody has their vice. Some like tequila, some smoke crack, some skydive, some crave chocolate chip brownies. All I want is your . . . cock. Deep inside me.” She flung her leg over him, a just-try-to-stop-me look on her face, and danced over him, her hair tickling his chest as she wedged him slowly inside her snug little hole. They gasped, rocked.