Standing in the Shadows (McClouds & Friends #2)(47)

He slanted his mouth over hers in a fierce, devouring kiss. No tenderness or gentleness, just raw, possessive male triumph. She gave herself up to it, quivering with helpless excitement. He thrust his fingers deeply into her slick heat. "Is this what you want?"

But she couldn't reply, she was wailing, convulsing around his hand, and riding a long shuddering wave of ecstacy.

He held her afterwards, murmuring sweet words and rocking her like a child. Her head rested limply on his shoulder. When she could move again, she flung herself backwards, pulling him down on top of her. "Please, Connor," she said. "Make love to me now."

His face was a taut mask of self-control. "Damn, Erin. Have mercy on me. We shouldn't do this, not without latex—"

She pulled him down and clasped her legs around him. "I am a grown-up. I take full responsibility. I promise."

He wrenched her arms from around his neck and pinned them above her head. "Fuck responsibility," he snarled. "It's not that simple, and you know it!"

"Please." She pulled him closer with her thighs, pressing her moist labia against his belly like a hot, pleading kiss. "I need you."

He closed his eyes, panting. "I can't say no to you," he said. "You drive me completely nuts. I'm helpless before you."

"Good," she said. "That's excellent. Helpless works for me."

"I don't know if I can do it without coming inside you, though," he warned. "I've never done it with a red-hot love goddess before."

She rubbed her breasts against his chest. "Then it's time for a challenge. Come on, Connor. Be all that you can be."

He dissolved into silent laughter. "Jesus, that's harsh." He shifted her legs, bending her knees so she was wide open to him.

She struggled up onto her elbows and grabbed for the pillows. "I want to see it," she told him. "I don't want to miss a single thing."

"OK." He tucked the pillows behind her, and poised his body over hers. "I'm so out of my mind, I think I've, uh, forgotten how to do it."

She smiled up at him through her eyelashes. "It'll come back to you," she said. "You certainly had no problem with foreplay."

"You're pretty terrifying in the foreplay department yourself. You practically drove me insane with your hair goop. OK, here goes."

He took himself in hand and pressed the blunt tip of his penis against her. He stroked her, moistening himself. The gentle contact was as sweet as a kiss. His fragrant hair tumbled around her face, and she ran her fingers through it. "Oh, your hair," she whispered.

"What about it? Is it tickling you? Want me to pull it back?"

"No, no," she said. "It's almost dry. It looks beautiful."

He nudged inside, and pressed against her body's resistance. "Oh, God, Erin," he groaned. "You're so tight. You're driving me nuts. This is so dangerous, baby. I'm right on the edge."

"Please, Connor." She would not permit him to leave her with this ache unsatisfied. She grasped his waist, pulled him deeper inside herself, but he was so big and hard and unyielding. "Don't leave me."

"Calm down," he soothed her. "I'm not going anywhere. I just don't want to hurt you. Just a little bit at a time… like this. Arch your back. Oh, God, yes. You squeeze me so tight."

He pushed relentlessly deeper. She was afraid to move, scarcely breathing. Connor arched over her, his thick shaft thrust halfway into her. He worked himself deeper with each short, sliding thrust. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously. "We can still stop if you—"

"Shut up." She smiled to soften the sharp words.

"Move against me," he commanded her. "That'll make it easier."

She moved her hips, and it all slipped into focus. The gliding movement, the angle, the delicious, throbbing fullness of his thick shaft inside her. The wonderful, marvelous point of it all. He pushed deeper.

She gasped, Connor gazed searchingly into her face. "More?"

She reached up, embracing him. "All."



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Chapter Nine





He took her at her word, and drove inside her.

They both cried out. It was like falling off a cliff, the moment of shocked inevitability when he knew that this was too good, he was too turned on. He was going to completely lose control.

He slid his arm beneath the arch of her back, pulling her tighter. Shocked gasps jerked out of her with each heavy thrust. He was riding her too hard; she was too small and tight for this, but he couldn't slow down, couldn't ease off. He was locked into this hard rhythm. She had teased and tempted him into this, and now he was all thundering blood and pumping muscles, no judgment, no wits. He had prided himself on his self-control, and she had blasted it to hell and it was gone.

Erin's face was cherry red. Her mouth was open, her bosom heaving, and her soft thighs clenched around his, and oh, dear God, there she went again. Crying out, arched like a bow, her tight cunt clenching around his cock in yet another shaking-apart, violent orgasm. The woman was un-f*cking-believable, white-hot. Burning him alive. No way could he make this last, not at this level of intensity. The big drum roll was getting louder, his orgasm crashing down on him.