Fire Inside (Chaos #2)(50)
But the need was on me.
I slid through, holding the door open for him.
He slid in behind me.
I let the door close and locked it.
“Lady, what the f**k?” he asked and I turned to him.
Then I walked right to him, pressing my chest against his and cupping his crotch in my hand.
His head instantly bent to mine, his hand driving into the back of my hair and fisting as he growled unintelligibly against my mouth.
Then he asked, his voice rough, “You seriously down with this?”
“Absolutely,” I whispered. “Hurry.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, slanted his head and kissed me, backing me up until I hit wall.
That was all I needed. Hop’s mouth. Hop’s body.
Hop.
I was ready.
Then again, I was ready before I walked in just knowing Hop was following me.
His hand in my hair, his other one tugged forcefully at my belt buckle, undoing it, then the button of my jeans, then the zip went down and his hand went in.
God, that felt good.
I moaned into his mouth.
“Get these off,” he ordered. “Now.”
Heretofore unknown illicit excitement bolting through me, I moved immediately to do what I was told. It wasn’t easy because Hop didn’t move, his chest pressing into mine, which pressed me into the wall. His hand went to the back of his jeans to get his wallet.
I yanked down my jeans as best I could then shifted my legs to tug them off over my boots, kicking them aside, repeat with my panties.
Hop was free, hard and gloved by the time I did this and he growled, “Hop up.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hopped up.
He caught me at my ass, pressed me into the wall. My legs curved around his h*ps and he thrust in, hard and deep.
I shoved my face in his neck, held on tight with arms and legs and whimpered.
“Fuck me, goddamn hot,” he grunted into my neck, pounding between my legs.
“Harder, baby,” I urged breathlessly.
He thrust harder.
“Tip for me, Lanie,” he rumbled into my neck and I tipped my h*ps toward him. He drove deeper and my breath hitched loudly.
“Love that,” I panted.
“Me too, honey.”
“Love it, Hop,” I gasped, suddenly close and it was going to be mammoth.
“Hold on, lady.”
I held on harder than I already was holding, and he moved a hand from my ass to the back of my head half a second before I came, my head shooting back, slamming his hand into the wall.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly.
I trembled in his arms, holding tight, unable to do anything but feel the beauty of the high.
His hand fisted in my hair. “Lanie, f**kin’ look at me.”
With effort, I struggled through the haze, dipped my chin and looked at him.
He kept pounding, stopped, ground in, and I whimpered.
“All soft, every inch. Got my dick buried in beauty,” he grunted.
I loved that too.
A lot.
I put my lips to his. “Keep f**king me, honey.”
He began thrusting again, harder, faster, pounding me into the wall.
“Yes, beauty,” I breathed. His hand twisted in my hair, crushed my mouth down on his, and he groaned his orgasm down my throat.
I took it in. Happily.
Coming down from his cl**ax, he started kissing me then broke the kiss to slide his lips and mustache down my cheek to my neck where his mouth stopped to work.
I pressed my lips to his neck, took a taste then moved them to his ear.
Closing my eyes tight, smelling him, feeling him holding me, filling me, I knew it was time.
He’d given so much, I could no longer stop myself from giving back.
“I’m thinking I like my shield,” I whispered and his body went solid in my limbs.
But I wasn’t done.
“Thank you, Hopper Kincaid. Suitcases. Sandwiches. Chinese. God’s country. Sweet kids. I didn’t go to sleep last night buried under emotional exhaustion. I went to sleep looking forward to seeing you. That’s a miracle, honey, and you have to know I appreciate you making that miracle happen for me.”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak; his mouth stayed at my neck but it didn’t glide, taste, lick. His c**k stayed planted but his h*ps didn’t so much as twitch.
I didn’t know what to do with that. I thought he’d like what I said and his inactivity didn’t say he didn’t but it also didn’t say he did.
I shifted my head, trying to pull back but his hand pressed forward, keeping me where I was.
“Hop?” I called uncertainly.
“I’m in there,” he murmured into my neck.
Yes. Oh yes.
He was in there.
I sighed, moved so my nose tweaked his earlobe and gave him more.
“Uh… yeah. Presently in more ways than one.”
His head went back, he let mine up and he caught my eyes.
I caught my breath at what I saw in his.
“Then don’t thank me, lady. You give me that, it was all worth it.” My teeth came out to graze my lip, his eyes dropped to them and stayed there as he ordered. “Kiss me hard while I’m still inside you then we gotta get back to the kids.”
“Okay, honey,” I agreed, pressed my lips to his, kissed him hard as he pushed me into the wall and ground his h*ps into mine, which made me give a soft whimper against his tongue before he ended the kiss, eased me back, eased out of me, and eased me to my feet.