All the Right Moves(41)
His tongue tracing a line down her torso made her open one eye. He kissed her tummy, then dipped his tongue into her belly button. When he would’ve slid lower, she grabbed his hair where it was longer on top and lifted his head up. His eyes were dark and hooded, sexier than he had any right to be. “Condom,” she said, her voice shaky. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She released his hair, and when he wouldn’t move, gave him a shove. “Oh, my God. I’ve never...”
He kept his slow-eyed gaze on her as he reached for the packet. “You’ve never what?”
“Come more than once. I just don’t.”
He returned to his position above her. “We’ll have to see about that.”
God, he was hard and thick. And hot.
It was his turn to jerk when she rubbed her thumb over the slick tip of his erection. Moving out of her reach, his gaze so dark and piercing she had another after-quake, she watched him slide on the condom.
Her legs spread eagerly and he settled between them with a groan that made her squeeze all the parts of herself she could. She wondered if he were this focused when he strapped himself into his jet, making sure everything was ready for takeoff. The idea was surprisingly sexy.
He rose above her again, leaning on one arm as he guided himself into her, catching and holding her gaze. “Oh, hell, Cassie,” he said, teasing her name out low and slow as he pushed inside.
She grabbed the headboard above her head, bracing herself for his entry. He never once looked away from her eyes as he gritted his teeth and drove into her with a powerful thrust that tore a cry from her throat.
Her right hand went to his forearm. With the other she clutched a pillow and wound her legs around his hips. He started to plunge deep, only to pull almost all the way out before doing it again. The pleasure sent waves through her, starting at her center then spreading with the rhythm of oceans, the strength of tides.
Part of her wanted to look down, to roll her head on the pillow, to stop staring, but she was captivated. It didn’t stop her from moaning, though, or biting her bottom lip, or calling out when the rogue waves hit.
It was unlike anything that had happened to her before. She never realized that sex had a certain sameness, that she’d come to think of it as a piece, separate from the man she was with, but this...this had everything to do with John.
They were connected. Physically, but way more than that. “Oh,” she said, as if that small word could explain it. When she tried for more, it made her blink, so she stopped.
She grew hot in increments. Again, from where he thrust into her, then outward. As if he’d set her blood on fire with a slow match. A prickling sort of heat sparked her nerve endings. God, she didn’t know what was happening. It wasn’t pressure as much as sheer pleasure that kept building. She wasn’t even sure if it was his hand making her feel...
The orgasm overtook her. Her eyes closed.
This was different. Sound muffled, the sheets rubbed against her skin, his weight kept her from floating away, and the tremors, lord, they weren’t waves but pounding surf.
Somewhere in the outer world, he stopped and a sound from deep in his throat broke through. It took a long while to come back from wherever she’d gone. Until the world focused again, and she could breathe without gasping.
John held her in his arms. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her gently, savoring rather than taking. Making Cassie feel safe. Safer than she’d felt in a long time.
* * *
HIS ARM WAS still around her when Cassie opened her eyes, and her cheek was pressed against his lightly haired chest. Something else new for her. She liked having her space, especially in summer when it was warm even with the air on. She also didn’t like bringing men home. When it came to John, it seemed she was willing to break all kinds of rules.
They’d both dozed off sometime around 2:00 a.m., which was good. At least for Cassie. She needed the sleep. Her last exam was tomorrow and tonight she had to work. As much as she hated to, she moved her head to see the digital alarm clock. Only five-twenty. She didn’t have to kick John out for a few more hours. It wouldn’t be easy, but she had little choice if she wanted to get in some serious studying.
He tightened his hold. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just now. I woke you when I looked at the clock, didn’t I?”
“Nope.” He rubbed her arm, his fingers grazing her bare breast. “I’ve been lying here for ten minutes trying to decide how cruel it would be to wake you.”