couldn’t wait. She was nothing if not determined.
“You know what? PADS can go take a hike. I want to touch you. I want you and that would be the furthest thing from sacrifice that I can imagine. Give and take, Rey, give and take.” She tugged hard on his zipper, dragged his trousers off. Shoes had been kicked off somewhere on the journey to the bed. Then she ran her palm along the soft fabric of his black boxers, and the hardness underneath. He shuddered against her touch, groaning into her hair as she released his erection, relishing the heat and the length of him. He was big and so, so hard. “Oh. My. God. Firm, but not too forcefully? Right?”
“You’re a quick learner.”
“When it matters.”
“Well, you’ve definitely got attitude,” he groaned as she lowered her mouth over his tip. “Shit, Kate, the things you make me feel.”
If they were anything like the way she was feeling right now they were on the road to somewhere between Paradise Found and Hell’s Gate. Dirty, sexy, more turned on than she’d ever been, she sucked him in deep and hard, her eyes fixed on his as he groaned, fists tight against her shoulders. His expression caught on the edge of pain and ecstasy and that’s exactly what this was. Contrast and conflict. Exciting and dangerous. Heat and ice. His eyelids fluttered closed as he inhaled sharply, growling, “Stop. Stop. For God’s sake …”
Then he was dragging her up and away. “Condom. Just …” He reached into the bedside drawer, found a foil and was sheathed expertly in seconds. Then he pressed her back against the bed, pushing her legs apart, the tip of his erection enticingly at her entrance. “Are you sure about this?”
“God, yes. I want you so much.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, fingers gripping his buttocks and pulling him closer, then he was pushing inside until he filled her, shockingly, achingly, to the hilt.
Raising her bottom off the bed she adjusted to take him fully, arching for more and deeper when he pulled out. The pleasure and the pain and the fierce fire inside her burst into a million bright lights that caressed her skin. His touch was pure gold. He thrust into her again, and again, grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as he began to pump hard and fast.
Then she took control. Wriggling her wrists free she scraped her fingernails down his back, rolled him on to his back, taking her with him until she found herself on top. His raw savage gaze sent her spiralling upwards and outwards from herself and towards him, with him. With each thrust a meshing of souls, as she met him rhythm for rhythm.
Then all control was lost as she rode him, the intensity astonishing and yet so sublimely perfect it made her heart hurt.
His fingers played a dance across her most sensitive area as he rocked into her and she forgot who she was, what he had meant to her, what she was supposed to be doing to him, in the name of her brother. She knew only this moment—as he cried out and she joined him in a shattering release—that everything had blurred, boundaries were straddled, sensibilities lost. She knew only one true thing: Rey Doyle.
* * *
Rey lay still for a minute, catching ragged breaths in lungs that seemed filled with a thick bright light. That was the most honest thing he’d ever done—laid his emotions out for her to trample all over, but she hadn’t. She’d responded in kind. As if, by some strange force, she’d known exactly what he’d needed. What they’d both needed.
But now, as he stroked her thigh, her bluest of blue eyes staring up at him, he wasn’t sure what to do next. What to think. What to say. Would she want all the kind of promises his other girlfriends had asked for and he’d never been able to give?
And there he was jumping ahead of himself. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She wasn’t anything to him except another woman in his bed.
And yet, she was. The dark sullied thing he called a heart
“You know what? PADS can go take a hike. I want to touch you. I want you and that would be the furthest thing from sacrifice that I can imagine. Give and take, Rey, give and take.” She tugged hard on his zipper, dragged his trousers off. Shoes had been kicked off somewhere on the journey to the bed. Then she ran her palm along the soft fabric of his black boxers, and the hardness underneath. He shuddered against her touch, groaning into her hair as she released his erection, relishing the heat and the length of him. He was big and so, so hard. “Oh. My. God. Firm, but not too forcefully? Right?”
“You’re a quick learner.”
“When it matters.”
“Well, you’ve definitely got attitude,” he groaned as she lowered her mouth over his tip. “Shit, Kate, the things you make me feel.”
If they were anything like the way she was feeling right now they were on the road to somewhere between Paradise Found and Hell’s Gate. Dirty, sexy, more turned on than she’d ever been, she sucked him in deep and hard, her eyes fixed on his as he groaned, fists tight against her shoulders. His expression caught on the edge of pain and ecstasy and that’s exactly what this was. Contrast and conflict. Exciting and dangerous. Heat and ice. His eyelids fluttered closed as he inhaled sharply, growling, “Stop. Stop. For God’s sake …”
Then he was dragging her up and away. “Condom. Just …” He reached into the bedside drawer, found a foil and was sheathed expertly in seconds. Then he pressed her back against the bed, pushing her legs apart, the tip of his erection enticingly at her entrance. “Are you sure about this?”
“God, yes. I want you so much.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, fingers gripping his buttocks and pulling him closer, then he was pushing inside until he filled her, shockingly, achingly, to the hilt.
Raising her bottom off the bed she adjusted to take him fully, arching for more and deeper when he pulled out. The pleasure and the pain and the fierce fire inside her burst into a million bright lights that caressed her skin. His touch was pure gold. He thrust into her again, and again, grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as he began to pump hard and fast.
Then she took control. Wriggling her wrists free she scraped her fingernails down his back, rolled him on to his back, taking her with him until she found herself on top. His raw savage gaze sent her spiralling upwards and outwards from herself and towards him, with him. With each thrust a meshing of souls, as she met him rhythm for rhythm.
Then all control was lost as she rode him, the intensity astonishing and yet so sublimely perfect it made her heart hurt.
His fingers played a dance across her most sensitive area as he rocked into her and she forgot who she was, what he had meant to her, what she was supposed to be doing to him, in the name of her brother. She knew only this moment—as he cried out and she joined him in a shattering release—that everything had blurred, boundaries were straddled, sensibilities lost. She knew only one true thing: Rey Doyle.
* * *
Rey lay still for a minute, catching ragged breaths in lungs that seemed filled with a thick bright light. That was the most honest thing he’d ever done—laid his emotions out for her to trample all over, but she hadn’t. She’d responded in kind. As if, by some strange force, she’d known exactly what he’d needed. What they’d both needed.
But now, as he stroked her thigh, her bluest of blue eyes staring up at him, he wasn’t sure what to do next. What to think. What to say. Would she want all the kind of promises his other girlfriends had asked for and he’d never been able to give?
And there he was jumping ahead of himself. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She wasn’t anything to him except another woman in his bed.
And yet, she was. The dark sullied thing he called a heart
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