After the Storm (KGI #8)(90)

They landed with a soft bounce, him atop her, their bodies entwined, flesh on flesh. She loved the contrast between them. His hard lines to her much softer ones. He was muscled where she was soft. Her body cradled him, molded to him as if they’d always belonged. Two interlocking puzzle pieces finally put together.

She rubbed her leg up and down his thigh, nearly purring with pleasure at the simple decadence of touching him. Of being able to explore his warrior’s body.

“I had every intention of taking things slow and sweet,” he said in a ragged voice. “But Eve, what you do to me. You drive me crazy.”

“I want you crazy,” she whispered just before she sank her teeth into the lobe of his ear and nipped playfully. “I want you so crazy for me that you forget all about going slow. I want it hard and fast, Donovan. I want you.”

He groaned and kissed his way down the side of her neck, nipping as she’d done, eliciting a gasp from her with every graze of his teeth. He went lower still, until he reached her br**sts. Her ni**les were painfully erect. Begging for his mouth, his tongue and yes, his teeth.

“Donovan, please!” she begged. “I’m about to crawl out of my skin! I need you inside me or I’m going to come now.”

He slipped his fingers between her legs, testing and gently probing as if to reassure himself that all she said was true. She felt her slickness on his fingers, felt how easily they slid inside her body and back out again. She knew she was ready—more than ready—for him. And if she didn’t have him soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands and ravish him until he begged for mercy.

It wasn’t bad as ideas go, but she’d wait another night. Maybe even tomorrow. When she wasn’t so on edge that the slightest touch would send her right over. Right now she just wanted it hard and fast. No other way would do.

“I’ve got you, honey,” he soothed. “I’ll take care of you.”

She nodded her agreement, her jaw clenched tight as she battled back the orgasm that built and swelled inside her. He carefully parted her thighs and she nearly groaned her impatience. Deciding to prompt him, she parted her legs and circled them around his back, urging him closer.

“To hell with it,” Donovan muttered. “I can’t hold back any longer either.”

“Finally,” she breathed out.

He smiled and then positioned himself between her spread legs, guiding his erection to the mouth of her pu**y. And then he groaned, dropping his forehead to hers.

“Damn it.” Disgust was evident in his tone.

Her eyes flew open in alarm. “What is it?”

“Forgot the condom,” he grumbled. “Shit. Give me a second, honey. Don’t move an inch.”

She smiled as he scrambled hastily from the bed and yanked open the nightstand drawer to get a condom. In two seconds flat, he had the condom rolled over his rigid erection and he was back on top of her.

“Wrap your legs around me again,” he said. “Just like before.”

She eagerly did as he instructed and then wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring him to her as he carefully pushed inside her.

Such exquisite torture. Inch by delicious inch, he consumed her. Pushing, stretching, until he was all the way in, his body pressed tight against hers.

She lowered one arm, cupping his jaw in her palm. It was rigid beneath her touch. Teeth clenched together as sweat beaded his forehead.

“Why are you torturing us both, Donovan?” she asked softly. “I know what it’s costing you. And me. Don’t be afraid of hurting me. I want this. I want you.”

With an agonized groan, he withdrew and then rocked forward, forcefully planting himself deeply within her. She gasped at the fullness, overwhelmed, shocked. Pleasure splintered through her body, jagged, sharp and yet so beautiful.

He thrust again, harder, deeper. He arched over her, thrusting again, sliding into her with ease even as her body clutched at him like a greedy fist.

Her eyes glazed over, her vision dimming as ecstasy blazed like an inferno. Tension coiled, low and almost vicious in her belly. But it was a delicious bite. An edge of pain that led to the most mind-bending pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life.

“Am I hurting you?” Donovan demanded, his voice hoarse and thready with his own passion.

“No, yes, God no. I don’t know. But please don’t stop. I’m so close, Donovan. So close!”

“I’m with you, honey,” he said as he pounded into her again, shaking them both, the bed rocking with their movements. “We’ll go over together.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Together.”

She closed her eyes, arching upward, into him, closer to him. Melting against his body even as she grabbed onto him, her anchor in the sudden, violent storm. The tornado she’d survived had nothing on this. She lost all sense of herself. Of everything around them or even where they were. All she could do was feel. And she never wanted to lose this moment. This sensation. Knew she’d never feel it quite the same as now. It would be different. Perhaps better in the future. But never like this.

And then she broke free of her constraints. She simply floated away, weightless, a dreamy haze overtaking her. It was like being intoxicated. Drugged. All rolled into one. But if there was ever a drug that mimicked this, there’d be no hope for it. Everyone would be hooked, doing whatever they could to get their next fix. And she’d be right there in line.