Right Through Me (The Obsidian Files #1)(113)

She poised herself over him, holding his stiff rod at the perfect angle to sink right down onto him. He seized her waist, holding her still. “Let me get you ready.”

“I am ready,” she said. “And I need you, inside me. Now.”

“But it’ll be better for you if I—”

“Listen to me, Noah Gallagher.” Her voice had a commanding ring. “You can’t always call the shots if you want to be with me. We will alternate. Understand? One day, maybe it’s your turn. The next day, it’s my turn. I’ve been meaning to clarify that for a while now, and this seems like the right time. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Uh . . . yeah. Sure.” The heat in her eyes made his dick throb. He trailed his hand down her belly, toying with the pendant. “Damn, you’re beautiful in this thing.”

“If you’re trying to distract me, it won’t work.” She preened, lifting her hair. “But I’m glad that you like it.”

He gathered up a thick lock of her hair, pressed it to his face and inhaled. “Your scent has a color too,” he told her. “My mods translate all sensory input into visual data. Just for the pure f*cking hell of it.”

“Noah,” she murmured, a shiver rippling down her back at his touch.

“Sounds, too,” he said. “Everything. Your voice is a violet blue. Like the evening sky. I’m so strung out on it, I can’t even breathe without you. I am so screwed.”

She slid her fingers into his short, glossy hair. “Noah,” she whispered again.

He pressed his face to her breasts. The glittering chain that plunged from collar to waist stroked his face, warm from the heat of her body. Her taut nipple caressed his cheek.

“You sneaky bastard,” she said. “I was trying to be tough with you, and you go over-the-top romantic on me. Not fair. Goddamnit.”

“Didn’t do it on purpose.” He made a choked, keening sound as she slid the head of his cock along her moist slit, and then nudged it tenderly inside. Her hips pulsed, kissing his blunt tip with her slick entrance. Wet, licking, teasing promises of all the slick heaving and plunging to come.

That was it. The last bit of his resistance gave way. He jackknifed up, catching her in his arms. Kissing her with frenzied intensity, no holding back. He wasn’t going to hurt her, scare her. She was divinely powerful, a goddess, a rippling flame in his arms.

He groaned as she took his cock slowly inside herself. The clutch of her body yielding to him was a caressing agony of pleasure. Loved, licked, enveloped by heat, by wet. Painted by the hot colors of her body’s snug clasp.

So . . . f*cking . . . perfect. It was killing him.

She sank her fingers into his shoulders. Their eyes locked. The look on her face pierced right through him. Her naked soul blazing out.

“I love when you’re wide open to me,” he said.

“Same here. I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you.”

“Me too,” he told her raggedly. “Like I want to breathe.”

Her slender body rode him, light and lithe. Each hot clench branded him with pleasure. Each gliding, rhythmic stroke satisfied him to the core of his being and stoked a frantic need for the next.

He clutched her, riding the rising swell of power, surging, cresting.

Crashing through them.

When he opened his eyes, it was a moment before he recognized himself.

Inside, he felt different. She did that to him somehow. The mystery was sweeter when he didn’t try to figure it out. Which was totally unlike him. But he needed what she offered. Had to have it. More, please.

He pressed his hot face to her hair, which was damp. A tang of salt overlaid the scent of honey and flowers. He breathed her in, trailing his fingertips through her hair, motionless otherwise. Could have stayed that way for hours.

But she sat up, and gazed down at him. “Noah,” she said.

He braced himself. He knew what she was going to say. Her mind was wide open to him now.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Say what you need to say. Don’t try to trap me with words.”

“I’m coming with you tomorrow,” she said.

His whole body clenched up. Pain flared in his jaw. “We’ve been through this,” he growled. “We’ve got multiple plans in place to track Mark if he doesn’t get close enough. You don’t have to risk it.”

“But if he sees that I’m there, he’ll come for me,” she said. “He can’t help it. And you can finish this. Otherwise it’s going to drag out into a long, ugly war.”

“He wants war, he’ll get war.”

“I’m the one who doesn’t want it,” Caro said forcefully. “I want a future with you. I want my man. I want our life. That can only happen if I’m there with you tomorrow to meet Mark. You know that I’m right.”

He shook his head. His voice felt trapped, like a rock blocked his throat.

“No,” he forced out. “You can’t be there.”

She pressed her hand to his heart, as if she knew somehow exactly how to chill his combat program. His data scroll started to slow down instantly.

“It’s not up to you anymore,” she told him. “It never really was to begin with.”

Their eyes locked, and she read his mind as effortlessly as he could read hers.