Forged in Desire (The Protectors #1)(47)
And then the pleasure he’d told her about began mounting inside of her, making her whimper, making her entire body tremble before an orgasmic blast detonated inside of her.
“Striker!”
She screamed, and her hands dug into his shoulders, but he wouldn’t let up. Nor did he let go. With no control, she felt another orgasm shoot through her. It was only then that he let her go, as he gently eased her back down on the sofa.
“I want to get inside of you, Margo.”
In a near daze, she lay on the sofa just as he’d placed her. Naked and spread-eagle, she watched him nearly rip off his clothing. He tossed his shirt near the love seat, missing it by an inch as he kicked off his shoes. He didn’t waste any time unzipping his pants and lowering them down strong, muscular legs. Now that he’d undressed, she saw more tattoos on his body and thought the artwork was beautiful, especially the one she got a brief look at when he turned to pull a condom from his pants pocket—a fierce-looking dragon with fangs resting between his shoulder blades.
“I thought that I would be undressing you,” Margo said as she paid close attention to how easily he sheathed himself in a condom.
“Next time. I need you too much now.”
Her breath caught when she saw the size of his erection. Holy cow! And he thought she was amazing? He was male perfection. Extraordinary. Striker was definitely striking.
He moved toward where she lay on the sofa, opened and ready. He settled on her body and immediately took her mouth. But she felt the head of his massive manhood probing at the entrance to her womanhood.
And when he slowly began sinking inside her, on instinct she adjusted her body to wrap her legs around him. “We’re going slow and easy at first,” he said as he began gently thrusting back and forth inside of her. “And then we finish fast and hard.”
All she could do was nod. Too many sensations were tearing into her with every thrust he made. How was that possible on the heels of two climaxes? Her nails sank into his shoulder blades, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, crossing her ankles at the base of his back. She held on as his thrusts started coming fast and hard.
He was looking down at her. She hadn’t known making love to a man could be this perfect. This right. Her inner muscles clenched him, milked him. Needing to give as well as take.
Margo couldn’t handle the sensations anymore. She could no longer hold them at bay, and when he whispered close to her ear, “Go ahead and let go, baby,” she did. Never had she screamed so loud. And he kept thrusting, kept pounding, kept moving in and out of her. Then his body buckled and he became overtaken with the same climax. It felt as though her body, her soul, had been forged with his in their shared desire. She had been captured by pleasure and satisfied beyond a shadow of doubt.
And when he shifted their bodies and rolled with her onto his side, she became overwhelmed. Her orgasms tonight had been so spectacular. And she could only thank Striker for that.
“We’ll take a nap,” he whispered in her ear while drawing her even closer to his side.
A nap? Margo figured it had to be past three in the morning. She yawned as he held her tenderly in his arms. A nap might not be such a bad idea after all.
*
THE DRIVER OF the black sedan pulled the car to the shoulder of the road, killed the ignition, opened the door and got out, inhaling the crisp mountain air before pulling the coat tighter. It had taken just a couple of drive-bys to get a feel for the best time to make a move. All the plans were falling into place rather nicely.
Looking up into the night’s sky, he was sure that snow would be falling by morning, although the moon and stars were out in full force. All in all, it was a beautiful night, and Margo Connelly needed to appreciate such nights while she could. When the time came, she would be taken care of.
A chuckle permeated the night’s air. This would be fun.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A SERIES OF kisses scattered around his mouth woke Striker, and he slowly opened his eyes. A deep, drugging rush of desire filled him when he met Margo’s gaze. He’d never been awakened quite like this and had no complaints.
He forced his gaze from hers to glance around the living room and saw the scattered clothing. His and hers. They’d never made it upstairs. After making love on the sofa a couple of times, they’d settled in with her stretched out on top of him. He’d grabbed a blanket from one of her closets to cover their nakedness from the cool temperature of the room.
“Good morning, Striker.”
She was smiling, and that combined with those kisses meant there were no morning-after regrets on her part. “Good morning, Margo.”
“I need to go to the bathroom, and your leg is holding me down,” she said, brushing another kiss across his lips.
“Oh.”
Their legs were entwined, so he shifted and released his leg’s hold on hers. As soon as he did, she got up, stretching her naked limbs before grabbing the blanket to wrap around her body.
“I’ll be back in a second, and when I return, be prepared to discuss why you thought it was okay to invade my privacy by bugging my room. I haven’t forgotten what you said last night about listening to me shower.”
That was not a conversation he wanted to have with her. Easing up, he looked at his watch. “Shit.” He hadn’t realized it was that late. When was the last time he had slept past eight in the morning? It didn’t matter that it had been close to five before they’d settled down to get some sleep. He needed to get a grip and keep in mind that he wasn’t here for a damn sleepover.