He grabbed a condom from his pants where they lay crumpled on the floor and rolled it on.
“I’m a little worried about the noise,” she whispered.
“We’ll be quiet.”
He climbed onto the bed, carefully this time, and stretched out beside her. With one arm beneath her shoulders, his other hand turned her face to him so their mouths met. And clung.
As he kissed her over and over, his hand caressed her, her breasts, her waist, her hip. Her * ached with sharp need and then he slid his hand there and cupped her.
“So hot.” His lips moved against hers, his nose touching hers. She opened her eyes and got lost in his intense gaze. “So hot and soft.” His fingers stroked over sensitive flesh. “And wet. Wow.”
He held her gaze as he rubbed and petted her, and she jerked when he found her clit. She was mesmerized, her body burning, his fingers creating wicked magic. The need to come made her legs spread wider and her hips lift to his touch.
He shifted to suck one nipple. He slowly tugged it, making her crazy with the electricity that tightened her body, the heat that swirled in her bloodstream.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
“Fuck yeah.”
He slid his arm from beneath her and pushed up to move between her thighs. He lifted her legs and spread them, and she bit her lip, watching his muscles move and flex as he knelt there, holding his cock, stroking it through her wetness and then pushing inside her. He positioned himself over her on outstretched arms and began to move in her, their gazes locked.
“Oh, that feels good.” Pleasure moved through her veins, a lovely, sweet heat. “So good.”
He thrust harder. So good…
Bang.
The headboard knocked against the wall again.
“Jesus.” He went still and glared at the bed.
“I’m sorry!”
His lips twitched and he met her eyes again. “Hey, don’t apologize.” He pushed up and slid out of her body, leaving her empty and quivering. “Here.” He grabbed a fat pillow and stuffed it between the headboard and the wall. “That should do it.”
“Genius.” She let out a breath of relief, her body trembling with anticipation.
He smiled as he resumed his position and entered her again, filling her with delicious pressure. A moan climbed up her throat and her eyes fell closed. He reached for her hands and twined their fingers together, pressing them into the bed beside her head, and he moved again, powering in and out. Thankfully, no noise came from the damn headboard as they moved together. She lifted her hips to meet his body, needing him harder, deeper.
The throbbing in her * echoed in every nerve ending, her body burning with pleasure. Heat spiraled and built inside her. He bent and sucked one nipple, then the other, fast, hard tugs of his mouth that made her body shudder with delight.
He released her hands and she slipped one between them to find her clit. She just needed…that…there, ohGodthere…
Her orgasm rocked her and she couldn’t stop the cry that slipped from her lips as sensation tore through her from her core to her fingers and toes and scalp. Fire burned over her clit and Duncan groaned too. It pulsed through her again and again until she was drained and limp. Her hand dropped to the bed and Duncan fell over her, burying his face in the side of her neck.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, going for his own release now, prolonging the pleasure that still shimmered inside her, drawing it out, achingly long and beautiful. She sank her teeth gently into the big muscle of his shoulder and held him as his body quaked against her, his cock pulsing inside her in amazing, erotic beats.
Long moments later, their damp skin clinging, his heavy breathing in her ear slowing, he lifted his head. “I’m guessing you haven’t had a lot of sex in this bed.”
His weight on her body pressed her into the mattress and she loved it. “Why do you say that?”
“You didn’t realize the headboard was loose?”
She pursed her lips. “How do you think it got loose?” She stared back at him innocently.
His eyebrows snapped together and the corners of his mouth pulled down.
Then she had to laugh. “I’m kidding. No, I didn’t know it would do that. And you’re right. I haven’t had sex very often in this bed.”
His dark expression lightened. “That makes me happy.”
Emotion expanded in her chest. “Whatever butters your biscuit.”
He burst out laughing and she lifted a hand to his mouth, jerking her head toward the wall separating her room from Easton’s. His eyes danced with mirth and she grinned too.
“Damn, you make sex fun,” he said.
Her heart quivered. “So do you.”
Chapter 17