Gone (Deadly Secrets #2)(61)

He dropped his hands to her waist and lifted her off the floor. She drew back from his mouth and gripped his shoulders. “What—?”

“Don’t let go of me.”

Her eyes darkened with understanding as he moved them both toward the hallway, and with another groan she lowered her mouth back to his and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him with such passion and heat and need, the blood pounded in his veins and pushed his desire for her past all sense of reason.

He carried her into her bedroom and laid her out on her bed. Her hands turned greedy, tugging at his shirt as she lifted her mouth to his, kissing him again and again. Her soft fingers grazed his abs, his chest. Breathless, he pulled away long enough for her to tug the shirt over his head, then kissed her again, melting into her against the mattress, loving the taste of her, the feel of her, loving everything about her. “Raegan . . .”

She pushed a hand against his shoulder. Taking the hint, he rolled to his back, tugging her with him. She shifted a leg over his as she continued to kiss him, to drive him crazy with her lips, her tongue, her taste.

He brushed her hair back as he changed the angle of their kiss and stroked his tongue against hers. Groaning, she pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, his jaw, trailed wet, sensual kisses down his throat until he shivered.

“God, Raegs . . .” His eyes slid closed as tendrils of heat and electricity raced across his flesh. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this. You.”

“Yes, I do.” She shifted back, pressing her mouth down his chest, across to his right nipple. Her wicked little tongue flicked out, teasing the tip. Her lips closed around him, and she scraped her teeth against the spot until all that heat shot straight into his groin, making him hot and hard and ready.

He opened his eyes, looked down at her, tried to pull her back up to his mouth, but his hands were shaking and she was already moving lower, sliding her slick tongue around his belly button while her fingers flicked the button of his jeans free.

“Raegs, come here.” His voice was raspy as he reached for her. She slithered out of his grip and moved back off the bed, dropping to her knees between his legs as her hands closed around his waistband and tugged.

“Lift,” she ordered, breathless, frantic, insistent.

He pressed his feet into the floor and lifted his hips. In one swift move she pulled the jeans from his legs and threw them over her shoulder. He managed to get a hand on her sweater and tugged. She lifted her arms so he could slide it off, but before he could reach for her, she wrapped her fingers around his erection and lowered her mouth to the tip.

Heat, pressure, so much suction surrounded him, his brain short-circuited. His hands fell to the mattress as she pleasured him.

“Raegan . . .” His hands fisted in the comforter. Sweat beaded on his forehead and down his spine. He fought the screaming need for release and closed his shaking hands around her shoulders so he could pull her away before it was too late. Sitting up, he said, “I’m never going to last if you keep doing that, baby.”

She stumbled to her feet as he pulled her up. “I don’t want you to last.”

Need roared through his veins as he pulled her mouth down to his. She melted into his kiss with a moan. Rolling her to her back, he pushed her down to the mattress then drew back and flicked the latch on her bra.

“Lose the bra.” His fingers freed the button on her jeans, and as she wiggled out of the straps, he peeled her pants down her legs and tugged them off. “Hurry.”

Her hands shook as she did what he said. He found a condom in his wallet on the floor and rolled it on. Her eyes were glazed with lust as he climbed over her, as he lowered and took her mouth, as he kissed her with a need stronger than any need he’d ever had for a drink.

“God, Raegs.” He slid a hand down her stomach and between her legs to find her hot and wet and ready. “You have no idea how many nights I laid awake thinking about this. About you. About us.”

“Oooh.” Her head fell back, and she rocked into his hand. “Alec . . .”

He couldn’t handle the desperation in her voice, the heat in her words, the feel of her beneath his fingers. Kissing her again, he moved between her legs and slid inside her.

Her whole body trembled, and she groaned long and deep, the sound turning his blood to lava in his veins. Kissing her deeper, he began to move, their bodies finding a familiar rhythm that pushed aside any last lingering doubt that this wasn’t exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Oh, Alec.” Her hot breath fanned his lips. “Yes, yes . . . don’t stop.”

He couldn’t. Was past the point of reason. He knew she was close. Knew the signs, knew her body better than anyone. Rolling to his back, he pulled her on top of him so she could take the lead, so she could pull them both into mind-numbing bliss.

“Raegs . . .” He slid a hand around her nape, pulling her mouth back to his as her body moved faster. “God, I need you. Don’t give up on me, baby. No matter what.”

“I won’t,” she whispered against his lips. “I won’t ever.”

Her whole body contracted, and she squeezed him so tight the last of his resistance broke. And when the wave crashed over him, it swept her under as well, swirling them together into a pleasure so sweet and perfect and complete, he knew he’d been a fool to think he could ever live without.