He was right—it did make sense. Perfect sense. “Florence Nightingale showed up, even in death, to help you. That’s monumental. And how do you figure shit like this out? You’re way too smart for your own good, ya know that? I never would have made the association.”
“It’s just what I do—did—I don’t know.” He handed her the laptop and sat back against the headboard, putting his glasses on the nightstand and sliding his eyes shut. She’d hoped a shower and some time to himself to think would improve his attitude, but he was still all dark thunderclouds.
“Clyde?”
“Delaney?”
She leaned her head back to cast him a sidelong glance. His profile was tense and rock hard. “What the hell is wrong with you? We just had the best news we’ve had since we hooked up. Could you at least crack a smile? I understand needing to absorb this, but we need to be looking up hospitals and locating you, er, your body, I mean.”
“Locating me,” he said with a flat note.
“Yeah! If we can find out where you are then we can . . .”
“Can what?”
Yeah. What? How were they going to get him back into his body? Shit, she should have watched Paranormal State more often—maybe she’d have learned something. “Okay, so we have a stumbling block or two, but that doesn’t mean we can’t figure it out, Clyde. C’mon, you’re really smart—help me find some answers. I promise it’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.”
Clyde pounced on her like a cat pounces on a stuffed toy mouse, his legs straddling her hips, his arms bracketing her shoulders. His eyes lanced hers, intense and cutting. “Don’t say anything else. I don’t want to talk about my body or where it’s at, or how in the hell we plan to get me the fuck back into it.”
Whoa. “But we have to talk about it, Clyde. If we don’t talk about it, we’ll never figure this out, and then—”
Clyde’s mouth was on hers, stopping her words, her thoughts, stopping everything but the pound of her heart and the heat gathering at all points on her body. His lips became aggressive—insistent—demanding. His rock-hard shaft pushed at her hip from beneath his jeans; he shoved her T-shirt up with hands that were impatient and held urgency.
His hands roamed her body. His lips followed close behind, licking, teasing, sucking her skin, taking her nipples in his mouth and laving them with fierce, hot strokes.
Deft fingers slipped under her panties and spread the lips of her sex, stroking them until they swelled with need, ached to be satisfied. Her clit throbbed, pulsing with wanton lust as she buried her face in the pillow, jamming it over her face when Clyde’s skilled hands and mouth brought her to orgasm. The climax made her stomach muscles clench so tight, she had to fight for air. Delaney stifled a scream with a clenched fist to her mouth, rising up and driving against his hand.
Clyde pushed his hands beneath her, latching on to her waist and dragging her down along the bed to look him directly in the eye. Shocked eyes met blazing blue ones just before he captured her lips again and pushed the heel of his hand to her shoulder, driving her back against the bed to her back.
Commanding, demanding, driven were the words that flitted through her addled, lust-filled brain when he pulled her underwear off and chucked them on the floor. But Delaney wanted more this time; she wanted to taste Clyde, discover what else made him writhe with desire.
Slipping from beneath him, she rolled him to his back, slinking along his body until she laid her head against his pelvic bone. Clyde’s cock strained against his abdomen, reaching upward, the smooth skin hot to the touch and lightly veined.
She snaked her tongue out, flicking it with a light lick. Clyde reached down between his legs, thrusting his hands into her hair with a feral groan. Wasting no time, she took him in her mouth in one downward stroke, letting her tongue follow with a leisurely pass. She grew bold with each plunge of her mouth, wrapping her fingers around his rigid length and pumping him until she felt him shudder beneath her.
Each groan she elicited from Clyde, each deep rumble of satisfaction spurred her on until Clyde’s hands tightened in her hair. “Stop!” he growled, pulling her up to meet his eyes. “I want to be inside you when I come. Deep inside you.”
Her chest shifted at his words, her heart pounding so hard and sharp it would surprise her to find only she could hear it.
Wordlessly, he rolled her to her back, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. His eyes held so many emotions in the light of the room, his teeth clenched with a clear struggle she didn’t understand. Clyde’s large hands clamped onto her thighs when the tip of his cock pressed against her entry, preparing to delve into the wet cavern.