rubbed every nerve ending perfectly. Heat built and tension coiled all over again as he slowly withdrew and then hammered home again. She arched her hips and the angle sent off another storm of sensations, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
Looking up at J.T., she saw the muscle in his jaw vibrate as he clenched his teeth. Sweat ran off him, and the muscles of his shoulder and arms bulged. His head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily.
“I have wanted this so damn much, for so damn long.” His eyes blazed into hers.
He gripped her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Me too.”
Their bodies slapped together and the table shook as he drove into her over and over again. Nadya clung to his forearms, digging her nails into his skin as the storm within her raged more fiercely than the one outside the cabin.
Her body coiled tighter and tighter until something finally snapped and she exploded in a starburst of pleasure. Wave after wave rolled over her as J.T. continued to plunge into her spasming body. It didn’t take long before he reached his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the table. She could barely breathe and didn’t much care. Every bone in her body had melted. She felt liquid and weightless and more satisfied than she ever recalled being in her entire life.
J.T. eased onto his arms, lifting the weight of his body off her. His thumb caressed her cheek and he just stared at her. She couldn’t read what was going on in his head by the expression on his face. He looked sated and something … more.
“It was worth the wait.”
Nadya laughed, which pushed him out of her body, and she mourned the loss. “I agree.”
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Something more than lust stirred in her gut, but she pushed it away. Right now she wanted to live in the moment. “I need to wash up before I ruin your table.”
“I’ll never look at it the same way again.” He effortlessly lifted her and set her on her feet.
Her knees buckled and he let out a low laugh that sounded way too prideful. She was about to make a comment to put him in his place when his cell phone rang. They both looked at his jeans on the floor where the annoying tone continued to trill.
“Damn. I’d better get that.” He retrieved the phone. “McBride.”
Nadya took the opportunity to scurry to the bathroom to regroup. She could hear him answering questions and hoped he didn’t have to go out in the storm.
As she cleaned up, she looked around her old home. Had it always been this stark? And with this much paneling? In her mind, she remembered colorful rugs and wall hangings filling the rooms. Multi-colored pillows had been scattered about, on the floors, beds and the beat-up old couch they’d gotten from the side of the road when they came back from a rare trip to Canton.
Now the wood floors lay bare except for a couple of tiny braided rugs, and the walls were empty of decoration. How did he stand this much knotty pine without any color? The bathroom had the same worn linoleum from her youth. Her heart thudded heavily as she remembered sitting on the floor counting the squares as her mama washed her face before bed.
Thoughts of Hornblower and her father tried to push their way into her consciousness but she thrust them aside with an act of will. She’d just had mind-altering sex. She wanted to enjoy the afterglow without thinking about … anything.
“Yup. Okay. Thanks.”
She heard J.T. end his call from the other room. Wrapping a towel around herself, she met him in the hall between the two bedrooms.
“That was Bill. He’s going to come by and pick up your keys, then he and Mary Ellen will bring your car back to their place.”
“That’s nice of him. What did you, ah, tell him?”
“I didn’t tell him that I had just nailed you on the kitchen table, if that’s why you’re blushing.”
“Jerk.” She poked his stomach.
“I told him you’d had a rough day and needed
Looking up at J.T., she saw the muscle in his jaw vibrate as he clenched his teeth. Sweat ran off him, and the muscles of his shoulder and arms bulged. His head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily.
“I have wanted this so damn much, for so damn long.” His eyes blazed into hers.
He gripped her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Me too.”
Their bodies slapped together and the table shook as he drove into her over and over again. Nadya clung to his forearms, digging her nails into his skin as the storm within her raged more fiercely than the one outside the cabin.
Her body coiled tighter and tighter until something finally snapped and she exploded in a starburst of pleasure. Wave after wave rolled over her as J.T. continued to plunge into her spasming body. It didn’t take long before he reached his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the table. She could barely breathe and didn’t much care. Every bone in her body had melted. She felt liquid and weightless and more satisfied than she ever recalled being in her entire life.
J.T. eased onto his arms, lifting the weight of his body off her. His thumb caressed her cheek and he just stared at her. She couldn’t read what was going on in his head by the expression on his face. He looked sated and something … more.
“It was worth the wait.”
Nadya laughed, which pushed him out of her body, and she mourned the loss. “I agree.”
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Something more than lust stirred in her gut, but she pushed it away. Right now she wanted to live in the moment. “I need to wash up before I ruin your table.”
“I’ll never look at it the same way again.” He effortlessly lifted her and set her on her feet.
Her knees buckled and he let out a low laugh that sounded way too prideful. She was about to make a comment to put him in his place when his cell phone rang. They both looked at his jeans on the floor where the annoying tone continued to trill.
“Damn. I’d better get that.” He retrieved the phone. “McBride.”
Nadya took the opportunity to scurry to the bathroom to regroup. She could hear him answering questions and hoped he didn’t have to go out in the storm.
As she cleaned up, she looked around her old home. Had it always been this stark? And with this much paneling? In her mind, she remembered colorful rugs and wall hangings filling the rooms. Multi-colored pillows had been scattered about, on the floors, beds and the beat-up old couch they’d gotten from the side of the road when they came back from a rare trip to Canton.
Now the wood floors lay bare except for a couple of tiny braided rugs, and the walls were empty of decoration. How did he stand this much knotty pine without any color? The bathroom had the same worn linoleum from her youth. Her heart thudded heavily as she remembered sitting on the floor counting the squares as her mama washed her face before bed.
Thoughts of Hornblower and her father tried to push their way into her consciousness but she thrust them aside with an act of will. She’d just had mind-altering sex. She wanted to enjoy the afterglow without thinking about … anything.
“Yup. Okay. Thanks.”
She heard J.T. end his call from the other room. Wrapping a towel around herself, she met him in the hall between the two bedrooms.
“That was Bill. He’s going to come by and pick up your keys, then he and Mary Ellen will bring your car back to their place.”
“That’s nice of him. What did you, ah, tell him?”
“I didn’t tell him that I had just nailed you on the kitchen table, if that’s why you’re blushing.”
“Jerk.” She poked his stomach.
“I told him you’d had a rough day and needed
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