He dipped his head and grabbed the seat of her panties in his teeth. He jerked it to one side and then again. The third time she heard something rip. And then she forgot about the panties. His tongue, hot and wet, was sliding up into her folds. Her eyes fell shut then opened again as she gasped out his name.
After that she pretty much forgot to do anything but breathe. He was in charge. Without laying a finger on her he pushed and pulled, teased and nibbled, surged and retreated until she was dancing, hips off the bed, on the tip of his tongue. She came so hard it almost hurt. She was gasping and crying, sipping hiccupy breaths of air as she rode his mouth through the climax.
As soon as Law felt the last hard ripple flow over his tongue, he surged back up the bed, gliding every hard inch of his torso over her body. The room was chilly but her skin was hot. Almost as hot was he was. He reached for a condom and held it up. “My turn.”
He didn’t ask for her help. He slipped into it faster than she could have managed and then he scooped her up and flipped them both over. He set her upright, astride his lap and then let go.
For a moment Jori felt self-conscious. She had been on top before but the lights were out. Not now. She could see every gorgeously muscled inch of him. His mouth glistened with her essence. His belly rose and fell like a bellows. The dark smoke of hair that arrowed from his groin out over the sculpted mesas of his chest glistened, too, where he’d rubbed himself over her on his path up her body.
He stacked one hand and then the other behind his head. He looked perfectly at ease. Except for the hard demanding pressure surging between her thighs. And the hot look in his dark eyes. He was exerting all his will, waiting on her decision of how to proceed.
She wanted this as much as he did. She needed to own that for both their sakes.
She leaned forward, one hand pressed to his chest, and lifted her hips up a few inches. She watched his eyes widen and then stretch more as she reached back between her spread thighs and gripped him. He was full and hard, a pulsing, alive thing in her fist. Smiling into his eyes, she rolled her hips, just grazing his tip. She watched him draw a quick breath between parted lips and smiled. Oh yes, two could play this game.
She rolled her hips in the opposite direction, sinking down a little this time so that he moved into her entrance. His eyes were black, the pupils obliterating all the gold. With each roll she sank down, inch by inch, seating him a little deeper before rising again.
An arm slipped from behind his head and he flung it across his eyes as a sound of torment groaned out of him. She repeated her actions more slowly, drawing out the plunge and the rise. This was a test of wills she wanted very badly to win.
“Jori.” Her name was nothing but a gust of need. And then he moved so quickly she didn’t have time to react. His arms came forward and gripped her waist as he levered his hips off the bed, forcing her down on his full length. He slid in, deep and hard, all the way until she was filled to the limit.
Jori sucked in air, trying to catch a breath and control the moment. But his hips pumped deeper and rougher and quicker than her thrusts had been. He was in charge and determined not to let her find another moment of command of herself. All she could do was bend forward, brace a hand on each of his wide shoulders, and ride him for all she was worth. When she shattered again, the million little pieces of bliss rippled out from their joining, over every inch of her and out through her fingertips and toes. It was a full-body release.
Law made love like he did everything else, full-out and with everything in him. When he came it was with a pounding fury just short of pain. And the sound that came from him was part ferocity, part desperation, and a whole lot of ecstasy.
And that, a faint thought warned him, could be trouble. Because now all that hope and fear and longing were bound up in the woman gone liquid in his arms.
*
“Do you really think it’s possible to learn the truth?”
Law blinked, rising up out of a dark quiet peace he’d never known before. How long it lasted he didn’t know. But it felt precious and he didn’t want to lose it, or the woman who’d given it to him. He lifted her up and draped her across his naked body.
She put out a hand to stop him. “Wait. Your poor bruised body.”
“Can take a lot more than what you can dish out.” He settled her tighter against him, locking his heel behind her knee to hold her in place. He smoothed a hand repeatedly down her back, as if she were the only blanket he’d ever need.
Her body on his body—it felt so good.
She lay her cheek on his chest, her unbound hair sliding over his torso. She was the best thing he’d ever held in his arms. How was he ever going to walk away? But she’d asked him a serious question.
“I can’t promise I will answer every question. But my gut tells me there’s a lot to learn.”
She raised her head and placed a hand on either side of his face. “I trust you.”