Raw Deal (Larson Brothers #1)(35)
And she wasn’t long for this world of sinful pleasures; her climax built from deep in her belly, sharpening, tightening. His rapid breathing turned into breathy groans and he pushed her over, pumping from behind as she struggled to hold herself up on her arms but gave up when her muscles collapsed. “Need to see you,” he growled, pulling from her with a jerk that made her entire body spasm, then she found herself flipped over as easily as if she were a doll. Legs over his shoulders, manhandled into position by him because she lacked the strength to move. She took him easily now, and so, so deep, so greedy for him, her body weeping for release and she couldn’t f*cking think anymore. But she saw him, saw how he stared hard into her eyes as his thrusting cock pushed her over the edge and she fell at last, calling his name like a prayer.
Chapter Eleven
Mike tried to gather his fractured senses enough to check on Savannah’s well-being, but he couldn’t quite form a coherent thought yet. He’d just come so hard he feared he might have blown out the f*cking condom, but gently pulling from her body showed it to still be intact.
He needed to take care of that, but damn if he was going to leave her right now. Cradling her head in his palm, he kissed her lightly, stroked her skin wherever he touched, trying to soothe her. She trembled so violently underneath him. Her cheeks were wet. It made him want to f*cking break something. “Savannah. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” she whimpered, snuggling to him. He dropped to her side and wrapped her tight in his arms, still trying to get control of his own emotions. For some reason, he had the urge to apologize to her, but damn if he was sorry this had happened, and he hoped she wasn’t either.
He settled for, “Are you sure?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. Her breath was hot and quick against his skin. Her pulse still raged; he could feel it practically shaking her body. “I think so.”
He dropped his nose to her fragrant hair and inhaled deeply. Nothing had ever felt as delicious as every inch of her against him. She slid her leg over both of his and he caressed it, delighting in the smooth softness of her skin. With one final, deep breath, her body began to relax at last, and then the sexiest, throatiest chuckle he’d ever heard sounded, making him contemplate doing it all again.
“I’m waiting for everything to come back online. Like when the power comes back on after a lightning storm.”
Laughing, he pushed some wayward strands of hair from her eyes. “Can I do anything to help?” He nipped her earlobe and she gave a little squeak.
Her face turned into his chest and her arms tightened around him. “Just keep holding me.”
Too sweet. Too sweet for him. “With pleasure.”
She was silent and still for several minutes, and he wondered if she was beginning to doze. He might have himself. But then she said, “It’s going to be so hard to wake up early in the morning.”
“Shh. Don’t think about the morning. Just be here.”
“Okay.” She sighed contentedly. “Here’s good. I like here.”
And he liked her here a little too much for her own good. He liked this. Relationships had never come easy for him; he was like a bull in a china shop trying to navigate the emotional complexities. He’d grown up watching his mother attach herself to one deadbeat drug addict after another, and even then his impressionable mind had known it wasn’t supposed to be like that. There had to be something more, something better. His first few relationships—if he could call them that—hadn’t given him much hope. If he could have a woman like this to hold every night, though . . .
Being with Savannah felt as natural as breathing.
Once she was calm, he slipped out of bed to take care of the condom and came back to her, her lips immediately seeking his upon his return, soft and a little shy. How she could feel shy after that explosion, he didn’t know. He cradled her head, stroked her cheek, and kissed her until she arched her hips invitingly. Renewed lust surged through him, hardening him again for her, but he took the time he’d been too crazed to allow himself earlier. Finding her nipples tight and peaked, he teased them with light caresses until she whimpered deep in her throat. He could almost taste those succulent little buds in his mouth, feel them against his tongue, but he was too busy tasting and feeling her lips, her sweetness, her tongue in his mouth. He wanted all of her, all at once. And she was so eager to give it to him.
“Still haven’t won this damn game,” he murmured, savoring the laugh that burst from her, the beautiful smile that crinkled her eyes. Her lips, naturally red from his kisses, were irresistible. He enjoyed them for another moment or two with his own before beginning a journey down her long, lithe body, leaving no inch of her untouched on his way down. “Let’s see,” he said, pulling her right leg out from where it was tangled in the comforter and holding it out straight for his thorough inspection.
Laughing, Savannah covered her face with both hands while he ran his hand over her skin, following with his lips, all the way to her foot. “Help me out here. Am I hot or cold?”
Her hands fell away to reveal an impish glint in her eyes. “Not telling.”
“Come on.”
“Nope.”
“You’re no fair.” Convinced there was no little pink heart nestled anywhere from the top of her thigh to the bottom of her dainty foot with its pretty pink toenails, he put her leg down and crawled over to give the other the same treatment.