“No more,” he said with a gruff, husky demand, drawing her hand to him, bringing it to his lips and pressing an urgent kiss against it.
Her legs opened on instinct when Clyde sank against her, lying on top of her, skin against skin.
Delaney’s sigh was from deep within her throat at the contact, her arms reaching upward to wrap around Clyde’s neck. He pulled her legs high over his hips, teasing her swollen entrance with the tip of his cock. Their skin connected, searing her, lighting her flesh on fire.
The first thrust was slow, deep, exploratory, measuring her reaction. Her hips lifted upward to encourage him to go deeper as a flush of heat began to once more rise in the pit of her belly. Clyde lifted up on his hands, his face a shadow in the darkness, and his moan when he sank balls deep into her was one of satisfaction.
They found a rhythm, hips driving against hips, increasing in tempo until they crashed against one another’s. Sweat glued their lower bodies together as Clyde stroked her, long and deep. The heels of her hands dug into his back when the torturous friction of the hair nestled between his legs rubbed against her clit, and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out.
He ground into her, rocking against her in a circular motion, changing her need for relief from intense to almost unbearable. When his head bent so he could capture a nipple between his lips, Delaney lost all sense of time and space.
There was only Clyde, driving more wildly into her with each thrust, stroking her nipple with his tongue, wringing her dry of all sanity. Her orgasm exploded, digging so far within her it made her stomach muscles clench, her nipples tighten unbearably, pinpoint ing every erogenous zone in her body.
When Clyde stiffened, his head fell back on his shoulders, his last thrust gliding effortlessly within her. He came with a low, soft moan, clenching his jaw so tight, she could see it even in the black of the night.
Delaney’s breathing came at choppy intervals, wheezing from her lungs as though she’d smoked a thousand cigarettes.
Woo to the hoo.
Demon could wonk.
For all of Clyde’s reason, for all of his logic and calm rationality, for all of his dweebiness, he ruled the bedsport like a mighty warrior. She’d have never suspected he’d be so amazing. Amazing at chess. Yeah. For sure. That just made sense. Solving trigonometry problems and doing some calculus for a chuckle. Yeppers. Book smart—no doubt.
But for the love of voracious, all-consuming sex, who knew he’d be such a wonderland of skill and vigor?
Dayum.
Clyde had obviously caught his breath. “So here’s what I’m thinking, and I suspect as a woman, you want to know what I’m thinking, right?”
Oh, the brilliance. “If you want to tell me, sure.” She gave a vague note to her tone so he wouldn’t suspect she wondered if maybe all the time he’d spent reading books they hadn’t been chemistry books at all, but more along the lines of stuff like How to Make a Chick’s Eyes Wobble with Your Tool of Love.
“I think you didn’t expect me to be very good at this.”
Bagged and tagged, baby. She struggled to keep from squirming under his microscopic gaze. “I think you shouldn’t think so much.”
Clyde winked a sumptuous blue eye. “I think I’m okay with you thinking that. I’m not upset at all that you’re surprised. It comes with the territory. I’m used to it.”
“The territory?” she said, playing dumb.
“Let’s not kid one another, Delaney. The nerd factor for me is high. I know a lot of useless stuff like ’80s trivia, percentages, chemical mixtures—boring shit to most. No one expects me to have any prowess in bed. I don’t mind saying, I like your look of sheer astonishment.”
“And the geeks shall inherit the Earth,” she teased.
“That’s meek, and you just never can tell, huh?”
The dogs began to stir. When dog number two stuck his one eye in Clyde’s face, the urgency in his vacant stare meant some serious potty. Clyde rolled off her, planting a light kiss on her nose. “You recover. I’ll take the dogs out.” He gave her a very pleased-with-himself, arrogant smile before rising from the bed and pulling on his shirt and jeans. He scooped puppies up with an ease that made her heart ooze warmth, dropping them to the floor, and whistling on his way out into the kitchen to gather leashes.
Delaney sat up, easing her feet to the floor and making her way to the bathroom on feet that wobbled and thighs that ached with each leaden step.
Recover. How rude—how presumptuous.
How true . . .
Landing at the sink in her bathroom, she gripped the edges while the cool, white porcelain of it seeped into her hot skin. She grabbed for her pink bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door and shrugged into it, inhaling the scent of Clyde the manly man when she did.