He grinned down at her. “I noticed. I like it.”
In the fading light, she looked at his torso, then looked closer. “What did they do to you?”
He still had some red splotches on him, as well as a handful of bruises. The welts and the bruises all varied in size and severity, but it still looked like he’d run through a gauntlet of people taking shots at him.
“Water ball of doom,” he said, looking down at his chest. “I played in a pickup game of football while I was at the academy on a day that was brutally hot and everybody’s temper was short. Between injuries and dehydration, four ambulances were called to that field, and water ball of doom is still the most brutal sport I’ve ever played.”
“They were hard on you,” she said, running her hand over the marks. “Because of me.”
“You, Liz Kowalski,” he said, planting a hand on either side of her head so he could stare down at her, “are worth facing any amount of doom for.”
She melted on the inside, and then the heat took over her entire body as he nipped at her jaw. And this time when he ran his hand down her stomach, he didn’t stop. He stroked between her thighs until she whimpered.
“Do you like that?” he whispered against her mouth.
“Yes.” The word was barely more than a breath, and she arched her hips into his touch.
He switched his kisses from her mouth to her breasts, alternating between licking and gently sucking on her nipples as his fingers slid inside of her, making her gasp. It was too much and she dug her nails into his shoulders as her climax shook her body. He didn’t stop touching her until the tremors ceased, and then he kissed her again, harder this time.
“Damn,” she said when she could breathe again, and he chuckled.
She tried rolling him to take the upper hand, but the space wasn’t big enough for either of them to stretch out and he was stronger. Laughing, she pushed at his shoulder while hooking her leg over his hip, but it didn’t work.
“This week has toughened me up,” he said as he resisted. “You won’t win.”
Changing tactics, she slid her hand between their hips and curled her fingers around his erection. His body jerked, and she laughed when his muscles gave up resisting and they flopped over.
Now she looked down at him, as he had at her, while she stroked him. “Do you like that?”
Judging by the blush over his chest and the way his hand kept clenching and unclenching the corner of the pillow, he liked it a lot. “You are hell on my self-control, woman.”
“I don’t remember asking you to control yourself.”
He reached out his hand and fumbled with the clothes until he came up with his pants and pulled a condom wrapper from the pocket. Liz felt her body grow hot in anticipation as she released him.
Once he’d covered himself, Drew hauled her up and over his body. He kissed her, his tongue dancing over hers as his hand tangled in her hair. She moaned against his mouth when he reached between them and guided himself into her.
Liz rocked, slowly taking more of him with each rise and fall of her hips. He kept on kissing her, his fingers tightening in her hair almost to the point of pain as he pushed up into her.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “So sweet and hot.”
She sat up, wanting to see his face, and he grabbed at her shoulder. “Don’t hit your head on the roof.”
Laughing, she rested her hands on his chest and moved her hips in a small circular motion. “Again, such a gentleman.”
Groaning, he thrust upward hard, his hands cupping her breasts. “God, that feels good.”
Yes, it did, and Liz sped it up a little as he squeezed her breasts. But Drew had other plans and she found herself under him again. The pillow was shoved out of the way, but she didn’t care. He put his hands behind her knees, lifting her hips so he could drive into her.
She sucked in a breath as his strokes came hard and fast, his fingertips biting into her skin. Pressing her fingers into his thighs, she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming as the orgasm racked her body. Drew drove into her, his muscles quivering as he neared his own climax.
He growled her name as he came, dropping her knees and grasping her shoulders for leverage as he rode out the wave with stroke after stroke until he collapsed, panting, on top of her.
She ran her hands up his back and held him to her, loving the solid, heavy sensation of his body crushing hers. Kissing the spot between his earlobe and his hairline, she stroked his hair as they caught their breath.
“That was so worth the paint on the side of my truck,” he said as he rolled off of her.
“I think half the state’s mosquito population is pressed against the windows watching us.”
He chuckled and rested his hand on her hip. “With all your delicious skin on display, the rest of them will be along shortly.”