Cold & Deadly (Cold Justice: Crossfire #1)(87)

He crawled up and laid his head against her stomach, closing his eyes. Her pulse jumped beneath her skin.

“I hope you bought condoms,” she said breathlessly.

“I did. Unfortunately, I’m too damn tired to do anything about it.”

She laughed. “That’s okay. Lie back and let me take care of you.”

He crawled onto the bed to collapse beside her. “That’s not how I operate.”

She took off her weapon holster, shirt and then her bra. She was naked, and he lost the ability to speak.

He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and tossed the box of condoms to her which she caught one-handed. Then he sat up to shrug out of his jacket and shoulder holster. He placed his weapon on the bedside table.

She moved behind him, and he paused as she kissed his neck, across his shoulders, down his spine.

She touched the side of his ribs, and he jumped. “Hurt?” she asked.

“Not anymore.” Not when she touched him.

She reached around and undid the button of his pants, carefully releasing his straining cock from behind the zipper.

“Breathe,” she whispered in his ear. He could hear the smile in her voice.

He closed his eyes as she touched him, but his blood ignited into blind lust, and he shucked his pants and boxers and reached for her, but she backed away.

“Nah uh.” She wagged a finger at him. “My turn.”

He eyed her narrowly. He wasn’t used to not being in control. Especially not in the bedroom. But he looked at her expectant expression and realized it didn’t matter. Ava wanted to call the shots for a change and although he couldn’t give her that at work, here, in the privacy of their hotel rooms, he could give her anything she wanted.

Maybe it was her damned turn.

He lay back with his head on the pillow and one arm stacked beneath his head. His other rested on her thigh because he wanted to touch her. To be connected in a way he’d never needed to be connected to anyone else before.

She started slow, exploring his body with her hands, followed by her soft lips.

He eased out the band that held up her hair. Her soft tresses fell across his skin like cool silk, tickling his flesh and making his pulse beat stronger. Exhaustion was banished as his cock throbbed and his lungs pumped, every inch of his body hungry and aroused.

She kissed his nipples which felt good but didn’t drive him insane the way it did her. Looking at her drove him insane. Sliding his palm over the smoothness of her hip drove him insane. Her lips around his cock almost forced him out of his mind.

Holy shit.

She licked him as if he was her favorite flavor of ice cream, and his hand anchored deep in her hair. He had to stop himself from moving. Then she sucked him so deep he touched the back of her throat, and sweat broke from every pore. After a few strokes of her tongue he dragged her away, because this party was about to be over before it had even started.

She laughed, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

She grabbed the box of rubbers and peeled off the cellophane. She spilled square packages onto the bed and opened one, rolling the slippery latex over his hard, throbbing length. Her touch was light but even so, he had to grit his teeth and remind himself not to go off like a freaking teenage boy.

She straddled his thighs and he watched, glad that the light from the adjoining room spilled through the open doorway brightly enough to reveal every detail.

He slid his hands between her legs. Her pupils widened as he sank two fingers inside, driving her up onto her knees in shocked surprise. Her muscles clamped around him as he found her g-spot and made her cry out.

Her post-orgasmic smile made his toes curl. She inched forward and took hold of him, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit until he was the one squirming.

“Dear God, Ava, if I don’t get inside you soon…” he pleaded.

She repositioned her body, and he slid all the way home, mind blanking from the pleasure that flooded his senses.

She held herself still long enough for him to catch his breath, and then she started moving. Riding him slowly at first, finding a rhythm and a depth that pleased her. And he hung on for the ride, gripping her thighs like a man dangling off a cliff. If she didn’t have bruises tomorrow it would be a damned miracle. And still he couldn’t let go. Finally, her breath caught, and he drove harder, deeper, pushing for that climax. Wanting and needing nothing except to share that moment with this woman.

It started like an explosion from his balls to his tip, a warm rush that filled him with exquisite joy. Every molecule in his body splitting apart and reconnecting with a click of hedonistic glee. Ava was feeling it too and when she cried out, it sounded as if she were in anguish, but he knew that pleasure-pain battle.

With a sigh she collapsed on top of him, her skin damp with sweat, sticking to his body. He loved it.

He gently rolled them over and ditched the condom. Then he pulled her close and held her tight as they fell asleep.

*

Ava woke to something hard pressed against her inner thigh and a sweet ache between her legs. It took a moment to remember where she was and who she was with. A moment to relax from a stiffened oh, fuck, to a warm oh, wow as memories from last night swamped her. At some point she’d stumbled to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then she’d crawled back in bed with Dominic as if it was the most natural thing in the world to sleep with another human being. In reality, she had no idea the last time that had happened.