Then he kissed her, his tongue parting her lips. She tasted herself in that kiss, and the intimacy both frightened her and called to her. She gave herself up to it and to the moment and the sweet suction of his mouth.
She turned to her side, and the condom slipped down between them. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Open mouth, soft lips, eager tongue, gentle sigh. She caressed his calf with her foot. Crinkly leg hair tickled her flesh. He was all hard muscles and smooth skin. His nipples beaded against her breasts. He rolled to free his left arm from beneath them, and with one hand still locking her to his kiss, the other roamed her side, her torso, the underside of her breast. Smoothing a finger along her collar, he left her lips to suck on her throat, then sweep his tongue over the moist spot.
He nuzzled her ear. “You smell good and taste good.”
“So do you.”
Squeezing a butt cheek, he pulled her close, rotating his hips against her. He cupped her breast, molded it with his hand, then bent his head to her nipple.
She made a little noise as heat shot to the tips of her fingers and between her legs.
“Do it again,” he said, then licked her.
“Do what?”
“That noise. Love that little ooh noise of yours. Makes me crazy.”
“Ooh.”
He laughed and sucked her deeper into his mouth while his fingers slid down, down, down, across her belly, into the nest of hair between her legs, and finally inside her. Hard, quick, and high. She arched, raised her knee to his hip, and oohed right in his ear.
“Oh my God, Witt, oh God.” It felt so damn good, a tear came to her eye. She wanted to climb all over him, up inside him, take him inside her.
He rolled her to her back, letting his finger slide to the tip of her clitoris. “Don’t ever ooh for anybody else, okay.”
“I won’t.” She never had. Not and really meant it. Except for Cameron.
Then his hand left her, and he used his body to pin her to carpet, while he searched around on the floor a second. “Ahh, got it.”
Raising the little packet, he ripped it open with his teeth. Cool, unwelcome air streamed over her as he pulled back on his haunches.
“Hold it for me.”
“What?” She stared agog at that huge, and actually quite magnificently beautiful tool of his.
“Touch me while I put on the condom.”
How could she resist when he asked so sweetly? She curled her legs beneath her, then slowly, gently, carefully took him in her hand. A tiny drop of come slipped from the tip as she touched him. She couldn’t help but bend to lick it away.
He jerked. “Shit.” He sounded in pain.
She looked at his strained face. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t do that. We gotta come together.”
“I told you that only happens in fairy tales.” She squeezed, sliding her hand from tip to base, and delighted in the little grimace that creased his lips and the groan that escaped. “Better hurry up and get that thing on, Detective.”
Even as he struggled with the condom, she pumped him lightly because she loved his quickened breath and his little noises. Finally it was on, if a bit short on his dipstick.
“You’re dust now.” He pushed her back onto the carpet and dropped on top of her.
“Ooh, the big detective, I’m all scared.” She bit his earlobe and whispered, “Stick it in me.”
“Such sweet nothings. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I don’t have it in me. Yet.”
She spread her legs and let him fall between them before she raised her feet to his calves. Oh God, he couldn’t know how good it felt to have a man, a real man, a sweet big hunky real man on top of her. All the jokes and all the quips were just for show. She wanted this, wanted it so bad ...
He dipped inside her, spreading her moisture over the tip of the condom, then slid across her clitoris, back, up, down, around. Until she felt crazy and wild.
“Please, Witt, please.” She arched against him and raked her nails down his arms.
He eased inside once more, deeper. So big, so full, so hard.
She whimpered and tried to pull his full weight down on top of her.
“That’s it, baby. So damn good, baby.”
She hated baby. Nobody called her baby. She didn’t care, not when Witt was filling up all the cold, empty places that Cameron hadn’t been able to touch since he died.
With his two big hands on her butt, he lifted her, adjusted her, then slid deeper. She bit her lip and tasted blood. Something trickled from her eye into her hair.
She panted, “... please, please, please.”
Then he drove home. She screamed and choked and cried and clawed at him, but when he tried to pull away, she locked her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.
“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me, God, don’t leave me, please never leave me.” Someone chanted as he started to pump inside her. It didn’t sound like his voice, but it couldn’t have been hers, no way.
Then she didn’t care who the hell it was. Her hips rose to meet his.