“Sam! Come here, girl.” Jori clapped her hands. Sam’s tail drooped as she turned toward the female.
Jori bent down and gave the dog some long heavy strokes that began at her head and reached all the way to her tail. It was a comfort rub, much as Sam and her littler mates would have gotten from their mother’s tongue. “Good girl, Sam. You’re such a good doggy. Yes you are.” Over the top of Sam’s body she aimed an arched gaze at Law. “A fire is a nice idea. But won’t we be spending the evening under the covers?”
Law had been leaning against the mantel, willing the kindling to catch fire. He looked up and caught her gaze. It was he who combusted. Grinning, he reached down and grabbed the pail of sand he kept for emergencies. In about ten seconds, the kindling was out.
When he looked up, Jori was gone. But there was a vest lying on the floor that led to the bedroom on the main floor. He grinned. Thank goodness he wasn’t going to have to haul himself up the spiral staircase again.
She was already under the covers when he got there. He could see the straps of her bra. Her boots and jeans were on the floor. Shirt? He didn’t give a flying flip where it was. It was off her.
He shucked his Henley and reached for his waistband.
“Wait.” He looked up.
She was watching him very intently. “You still go commando?”
He froze. What was the right answer? Hell, he couldn’t change it now. “Yeah.”
A very naughty smile spread very slowly across her mouth. “Then I want to do that.”
He grinned like a man who’d hit the jackpot. “Oh, hell yeah.”
He dropped the crutches and dived for the bed.
Jori came up on her knees to meet him in the middle.
He didn’t kiss like other men. There was no smooth seduction. No playful interest. No hint of weighing this kiss against the memory of many others. There was something fierce and hungry in Law’s kisses. It was like having the front seat on the Batman roller coaster. The overpowering sensation was that of being swept up by a primal force and taken for a ride.
That didn’t mean he didn’t care about arousing her. He did that, with every urgent stroke of his tongue. In the way he fit and refit their mouths together as if they were a puzzle he was trying to work out.
He drew in a breath, sucking in her lower lip as his tongue swept into the canyon behind the fullness. She, in turn, bit his upper lip, tiny little nibbles that sent shivers through the powerful heavy body under her hands. They weren’t movie lovers, trying for the right angle, the perfect cinematic kiss. They were raw and hurried, a little uncoordinated. They were bumping noses and swirling tongues as they each vied to get enough of the other.
Finally, both breathless, they pulled back for a second of air. Jori opened her eyes first. His were still closed. He kissed with his eyes closed! That moment of knowledge broke her heart. He looked beautiful. Gorgeously male. His mouth glistening with the succulent loving of her own. And she knew, with certainty, that he could break her heart if she weren’t very careful, and very smart.
Her stunned realization lasted only a fraction of a second. Then his burning gold-black eyes blazed blowtorch-hot on her face.
Afraid to think about her feelings, she kissed him hard and reached for his waistband.
She heard him groan in relief as his erection was freed. She looked down between them. She’d seen him before. But this time was different. She could barely breathe. He was so hard. Gorgeous, proud, and all hers.
“Condom. Left pocket.” Law wasn’t a talker. He just went with the basics. He pulled her in, palmed her butt to haul her closer, and returned to kissing her like his life depended on it.
His hands were at her back, releasing her bra, and then he was dragging it off the ends of her fingers. He stared at her so long she began to shiver. Then he looked up at her and the things most men say were all in his eyes. She didn’t need the sound. And then he was on her, pushing her back onto the bedding, pushing his knee between hers as he balanced himself over her on his hands.
He paused. “I’m going to need a little help here.”
“With what?”
“Your panties.”
Jori looked down her body and then up into his face just inches from hers. “Use your teeth.”
She didn’t think his gaze could get any hotter or his breath harsher. But every muscle in his body flexed as he hovered above her and then he was back crawling on hands and knee down the bed, using his tongue to leave a long wet trail down the middle of her body.
He took her waistband in his teeth and pulled. It was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen. But his actions didn’t get the job done. He released the waist and looked down. “Spread your legs. Wider. A little more.”