Just One Kiss (Fool's Gold #10)(71)

He moved one of his hands from her chin to the back of her head. He slipped his fingers through her hair and held her in place, then leaned in and pressed his mouth to her cheek, then her chin, then her jaw. The light, feathery touches were punctuated by soft words.

“I would very much like to try,” he whispered. “If you don’t mind being on top.”

His lips moved against hers. She drew back slightly.

“On top, huh?”

“If you don’t mind.”

She’d never been one to be aggressive sexually and was a bit nervous about taking control, but this was Justice. She could trust him. Just as important, she wanted him. Needed him.

His dark gaze was steady as she took his hand and led him toward the stairs.

They made their way to the second floor. Last time their lovemaking had been about rushed passion and heat. This time the desire still threatened to suck all the air from the room, but she was more conscious, more deliberate.

She took him into her bedroom and closed the door behind them. Light still spilled in from outside. She closed the curtains, then returned to stand in front of him. She carefully unbuttoned the front of his shirt, then slid it off his shoulders.

His gunshot wounds were still bandaged, the white gauze and tape a contrast to his tanned skin.

“You were really hurt,” she murmured. “I have my doubts about this.”

“I don’t.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his groin. He was already hard.

She looked up at him and saw the fire in his eyes.

“I want you, Patience. I always have.”

“How am I supposed to resist that?” she asked, then raised herself on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.

As their mouths moved together, she ran her hands up and down his arms. He shifted closer and pulled her against him. She parted for him and he eased his tongue into her mouth.

At the first stroke, she felt her blood heat. Liquid desire poured through her, making her weak and causing her to tremble. She needed him. She wanted to be naked in front of him, vulnerable. She wanted to give all she had, to connect with him.

She stepped back far enough to reach for his belt and then unfasten his jeans. One eyebrow rose.

“Taking charge?” he asked.

“You have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

He stepped out of his shoes, then bent down and pulled off his socks. She undid the zipper and pushed the fabric down. His briefs went with his jeans and he stepped out of his clothes.

He was naked before her. Aroused, masculine, his erection jutting toward her. She took him in her hand and rubbed the length of him. His blue eyes closed to slits as his breath came out in a hiss.

She tugged off her T-shirt, then kicked off her own shoes. The rest of her clothes followed until she was as naked as he. She gave him a little push toward the bed.

“Maybe you’d like to assume the position.”

He chuckled. “So it’s going to be like that, is it?”

“I hope so.”

He stretched out on the mattress, leaving enough room for her to slide in next to him. When he would have raised himself up on one elbow, she gently but inexorably pushed him onto his back.

“You can’t strain anything,” she told him. “You’re still in recovery.” She couldn’t help smiling. “I get to do what I want.”

“Are you taunting or bragging?”

“Both.”

She sat up and surveyed the situation, trying to decide what to do first. With a very naked Justice in her bed, the options were all tempting.

She rolled over to her hands and knees, then bent down to kiss him. He parted for her, his tongue ready to dance with hers. At the same time he reached up between them and cupped her br**sts in his hands. After settling her curves into the palms of his hands, he used his forefingers and thumbs to tease her ni**les.

Need flowed from her br**sts to that place between her legs. The ache of arousal made her moan low in her throat. She kissed him deeper. Her hair tumbled down, brushing against his face and shoulders.

He shifted one of his hands from her breast to the inside of her thigh. He moved that hand upward until his fingers reached for her swollen center and began to explore.

He found the very heart of her but then moved on. He slipped a single finger deep into her before withdrawing it. He moved down the other inner thigh before sliding it up slowly, so slowly.

She raised her head and waited.

“Patience?”

She opened her eyes and found him watching her. Before she could figure out what he wanted, he moved his fingers into place, circling against her center, making her gasp with pleasure.

He gave her a slow smile. “That’s almost the best part. Watching you enjoy what I’m doing.”

“It works for me, too,” she whispered, finding it difficult to speak when all she wanted to do was focus on his touch.

He moved with a certainty that allowed her to give herself over to the sensations he created. The steady rhythm of his fingers against her clit sent heat spiraling through her. She rocked back and forth, moving in time with him, pressing down a little and finding it more difficult to catch her breath.

Wanting grew as she strained for her release. She bent down and kissed him, her tongue tangling with his. He slipped two fingers inside her and pressed up, slid out and repeated the motion. On his second thrust, she lost herself in her climax, her body shuddering. Muscles tensed and relaxed, her eyes sank closed.