Love is a Battlefield (DreamMakers #2)

“I’m ready,” she muttered softly.

He ignored her, continuing to bring her back up. His hands far more gentle on her clit this time, which she was thankful for, but his touch was relentless until she was squirming under the dual contact to her breasts and sex. It was as if he had more than two hands—and another dirty thought spun wildly through her brain as she momentarily imagined having four hands and two mouths working her over.

That had been a fantasy she’d dreamed of for a long time, even tried to reach for—with disastrous results—but maybe it wasn’t necessary. Maybe she just needed someone as talented as Jack because whoa, Nelly, the man was everywhere.

Everywhere, except where she needed him most.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

Jack lifted his head from her breasts, examining her face for a brief second before making as if to roll away.

Shit. She’d forgotten to mention this before. “You don’t need a condom.”

He swore, every muscle in his body going taut as he hesitated. “Dammit, Pepper—”

She tugged on his shoulders, wiggling underneath him until the heated length of his shaft nestled once more against her pussy. “Birth control, and I’m clean. I swear.”

He ignored her, except for the stream of curses escaping his lips. He was gone for a moment, rolling a condom onto his shaft. Crawling between her legs and holding himself over her torso as his hips settled over hers. “I’m clean too but we’ll talk later. Put your hands over your head now.”

Pepper snapped her arms upward. “Don’t stop,” she ordered.

He rocked back and forth a couple of times, sliding his cock over her clit before finally pressing the thick head to her opening. She held her breath, pulling her legs open and waiting. He was right there, the broad length just inside her passage, and still the damn man didn’t move.

Until he did. All in one motion, his hips riding forward until she was completely filled with his cock. “Holy jiminy, yes.”

Jack lowered himself to his elbows, their torsos touching as he stared into her eyes and thrust again. “Jesus. So. Damn. Good. Your pussy feels like heaven around me.”

The temptation to move her arms was strong. “Jack. I want to hold you.”

He thrust harder, the bed rocking under him, and a moan of satisfaction escaped her lips. Fine. If she couldn’t touch him, she’d just have to deal. She tightened her grip on the sheets and focused on the parts of him she could feel. It was more than enough, especially when he tilted his hips, grinding his pelvis over her mound and hitting her clit on every rock.

Wet heat enveloped her nipple a split second before his teeth nipped hard, and an electric jolt shot through her. She gazed down happily, no energy to do anything as his strokes grew quicker, the tingling in her core rising toward the moment when—

She broke. Her orgasm rolled into her not like a wave but like being slammed into the sand then shoved down the side of a dune. She couldn’t breathe, it was that damn intense. Her body tightened around him and she let out a low cry.

“Oh, hell, yes.” Jack stopped with his hips locked with hers, his cock stretching her passage. His hips jerked helplessly, the slick of sweat on his skin red hot under her fingers.

Somewhere in the past moments she’d let go of the sheets and grabbed him, and she smiled.

Holy shit.

He vanished briefly while her head was still spinning. Then two hundred or whatever pounds of sweaty, satisfied man lowered himself onto her as Jack pressed his face to her neck and nuzzled affectionately. She dragged her fingers through his hair, amazed that she could breathe.

She went willingly when he rolled them over and placed her on his chest. Sprawled on top of Jack was her new favorite position in the entire world. “I’m going to have a nap now,” she announced.

“Fine by me.”

A tiny whisper of amusement snuck in. Sated from sex, she might not be thinking as straight as she should, but she couldn’t resist.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to name your cock—something more appropriate to its fine and upstanding abilities.”

He sighed. A long, exasperated, oh-so-patient sound. “Give it a rest, Pepper.”

She giggled for a second. “No, this is obviously very important to you. You just need something a little snappier. I’d love to give it some thought.”

“You’re so generous.”

“Ain’t I just?”

He was stroking his fingers through her hair, a relaxing, intimate move. Pepper dropped the topic, but she’d bring it up again sometime.

Right now she was too contented to keep teasing.





Chapter Eight