Jaguar Pride by Terry Spear Page B

that she’d come apart all over again, only this time when he was deep inside her.
    Huntley wasn’t asking any further. “I need to get a condom.”
    â€œI’m on birth control.”
    â€œOkay.” If they regretted this later, they’d deal with it. He was too stoked not to finish now, not when Melissa was encouraging him. More than encouraging him. He swore she looked like she’d bite him if he didn’t follow through.
    That had him smiling, right before he leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues tangled as she ran her nails lightly down his back, and then she pressed her hands against his buttocks, pressuring him to finish this.
    He slid into her tight sheath and felt the way her strong inner muscles held him firmly as he pushed deeper. She felt heavenly, wrapped around him with a warm, wet grasp. He pulled out slowly and then began to thrust as she stroked his skin, her nails doing wicked things to his back and buttocks. He loved the feel of her scratching him like a cat with claws, giving him just a taste of their wicked intent.
    She was moving her hips to match his thrusts now, and he slowed down, gyrating his hips in a circular motion. She smiled before he began thrusting again, their bodies connecting, sizzling. He felt the end coming and leaned down to kiss her again as he came, wanting that connection, the complete joining, his tongue in her mouth, his cock deep inside her.
    He came, exploding, felt the heady completion, and continued to thrust until he was finished—but she wasn’t. He could feel and smell her tension, so with them still joined, he reached between them and began to stroke her to the end.
    She quickly succumbed, her face etched with pleasure and need, her fingers clenched around his waist. “Yes!” she said, her voice a whispered exclamation.
    They were two satisfied cats, he thought, as he rolled off her and then pulled her into his arms.
    They said nothing, just rested together like that: her head against his chest, her hand on his shoulder, her breast pressed against his skin. He stroked her back for a long time, feeling satiated, and she appeared to be just as boneless.
    She wasn’t sleeping, and he worried about what was going through her mind. That she wasn’t sure about this? About them?
    He shouldn’t ask. Best to leave the subject alone, let them get some sleep, and deal with it tomorrow. Still, he was reminded of Genista and how she never wanted to talk about anything. He’d much rather clear the air. If this was not going to work for Melissa, he’d have to live with it. As much as he loved what had just happened between them.
    But then she lifted her head, pressing her chin on his chest, and looked at him with half-lidded eyes, appearing as happily tired as he felt. He continued to stroke her back, waiting for her to say what she had to say.
    â€œUsually…I like to sleep through the night, or day, depending on the mission I’m on,” she said, toying with his nipple.
    Already she was making him think her “sleeping” with him wasn’t going to be conducive to sleeping.
    â€œBut if you wake up and are feeling…needy…”
    He smiled. “Damn, yeah.”
    She smiled at him then, kissed his chest, and rested her head against it again. “Good,” she said, circling her finger around his nipple. “I might be too.”
    He hoped their mission would work out as well as their relationship was going right now. He really wished that this was just the beginning for the two of them.
    And he was hoping she felt the same way.
    She sighed. “I should have told Oliver that I was going to the rainforest again and wasn’t able to pick up my things. And that I’d still need time to find a place of my own.”
    That shot down the notion she was moving in with Huntley right away. Why had he thought otherwise? Because they had something that was special, he believed. The way