Cut and Run(78)

He sucked in a breath, kissing her again and cupping her backside with his hand. He squeezed, kneaded, and pressed himself against her.

“It’s going to be right here and right now if we don’t find a bed quick.”

She considered the carpet on her living room floor but saved that idea for another time. She released him. “Down the hallway.”

Faith started down the hallway, not looking back, knowing he would follow. As she moved, she reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it off, the same as she had done, alone, countless times before. She let the sweater fall to the floor and reached for the hook in her bra. She paused at her bedroom door, unlatched her bra, and slid it off. It dropped to the floor.

When she looked up, he had paused to watch. “Still interested?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She moved into her bedroom, sliding off her jeans and tossing them aside. She loosened the clip in her hair and let it fall loosely around her shoulders.

The light from the hallway dimmed, and she knew he was watching her. Good. Just the idea of him watching her tip her head back and cup her breast lightly made her hot.

She heard his clothes hit the floor. She didn’t turn, didn’t coax him, but waited for him to come up behind her and pull her close.

She didn’t have long to wait. Barely seconds passed before she heard the steady beat of his bare feet cross the hard wood. Strong hands rested on her shoulders. Next, he kissed her on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations.

This was how it had been for them. She always faced away from him as he entered her from behind, never saying a word. She liked the impersonal nature of their sex. No emotion. Just physical sensation.

This time he turned her around. She considered making a joke about the conventional nature of the move, but when she caught him staring at her breasts, she forgot what she was thinking.

He kissed her nipple, sucking it until all she could do was tip her head back and give in to the firing nerve endings that threatened to short-circuit her brain.

He kissed her lips and cupped her bottom again, but this time when he took her hand, he guided her toward the bed. “Move to the center,” he said.

She could have argued, but she didn’t want any words to get between them. So she sat on the edge of the bed and very slowly scooted her bottom to the middle of the mattress. He watched, clearly savoring the sight of her slim legs and narrow waist.

“Put the pillow behind your back and lay back,” he said.

Again the order excited her. So she pulled her pillows from under the comforter and stacked them on top of each other. She lay back, cupping her breast. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Like that.”

He crawled up on top of the bed and smoothed his hands up and down her legs and then over her flat belly before teasing the nest of curls between her legs. She hissed in a breath, anxious for him to take her. She wanted an explosion of sensation. She wanted release.

But Hayden was in no rush. He nestled between her legs, kissing her breasts again as the head of his penis rubbed between her legs.

She moistened her lips and slid her hand to his erection, ready to guide him inside her.

“Not yet,” he said.

“Why are you teasing me?”

He gently nibbled her nipple. “You don’t like it?”

She closed her eyes, pushing toward him. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then what’s the rush?”

“We aren’t the type who linger.”

“I’ve got a few extra minutes.”

He spent the next twenty minutes teasing her body and bringing her so close to release she could see the edge of the abyss. But each time, he pulled her back, making her endure more of this sweet torture.

When she was so wet she was squirming, he straddled her and pressed into her just a little bit. She raised her hips, her body coaxing him deeper.

“Hold still,” he said.

“You’re cruel.”

“Want me to stop?”

“God, no.”

A devil’s smile teased the edge of his lips, but it was mirthless and reminded her more of a hunter closing in on his prey. He pushed a little deeper into her and pulled out a fraction. This went on for God knows how long. He was moving in a little deeper and then retreating.

When she slid her fingers down, ready to send herself over the edge, he grabbed her hand and pinned it over her head.

“No cheating,” he said.

He began to move faster, coaxing her again to the edge. He stared down at her with intensity like he never had before, and as hot as it felt now, she sensed something had shifted between them.

The thought was lost when his fingers slid to her moist center. Her breath caught, and his name rose from her throat as she moaned.

This time she was anxious for release and raced to the edge. And this time he was ready to let her fall into the abyss. She opened her eyes and discovered he was staring at her face, absorbing everything about her.

He thrust in and out of her faster and faster. The momentum was feverish and then a wave caught them both and release overtook them.



Kat was pretty sure that if she had to sit in the recreation room of the shelter five more seconds her head would explode. She’d done all her class assignments, she’d read half a book, but the giggle of the other kids blending with the beep, beep of the video games was driving her nuts.