I curse through my gritting teeth, trying in vain to suppress my screams and whimpers.
My efforts are wasted. From one breath to the next, my orgasm builds into a mammoth peak that collapses all at once. I fall in a heap with Curran looming over me, his erect penis parallel to his chest. He climbs on top of me, kissing me hard and reaching between us.
His silky head brushes against me, inciting his throaty moan and a sweet tease that lulls me back to the climactic edge. He adjusts his hips and slowly makes his way inside me. I open my legs wider when he seems to struggle, eager to receive him, until common sense bashes me in the skull.
I break loose from his ravishing mouth and push my hand against his chest. “Wait.”
He freezes, then slowly pulls out, his expression riddled with confusion and his breaths pained. “You don’t want me?” he gasps.
Oh, the hell I don’t. “Do you have protection?”
His mouth falls against my neck, kissing me in a way that causes my eyes to roll back in my head. “It’s okay. I swear, I’m clean,” he promises against my ear.
I groan with frustration from having to move away from him again. “I’m clean, too. But that’s not what I mean.”
He pushes up on his forearms, understanding lighting those magnetic eyes. “You’re not on birth control?”
“No.”
“Shit.”
I stroke his face. “You don’t have anything?”
“Not with me.” He nips my chin. “I’m supposed to be on duty, remember?”
“Oh.”
I can’t tell who’s more disappointed, me or him. As I feel his waning erection slide against my thigh, I begin to think it might be him.
Uh-uh. Not in my bed, buddy.
I reach between us and tug on his bottom lip with my teeth. “We’re not done yet,” I assure him.
Curran squints when I begin to rub, allowing me to slide beneath him. This time, I’m the one who falls to my knees. This time, it’s my turn to be aggressive.
Like in the elevator, I don’t hold back, taking him deep and deeper yet.
My efforts make him vocal. And I like it. I’m in complete control to do what I please, his vulnerability to my mouth and touch surging my desires and his.
Curran stands and gathers my hair, thrusting gently, but speaking in a growl that makes it clear he enjoys the raid on his body. “You like that, baby?” he grunts.
I moan, demonstrating just how much.
He curses, growing louder when I dig my nails into his luscious backside and encourage him to pump faster and further in.
His body shakes against me with his release. I think he means to pull away, to give me some reprieve. But just then he’s mine to have, and he’s not going anywhere.
“Fuck,” he groans when I haul him back, curling his arms around my head.
I slow as he finishes, using more gentle movements, then lift my gaze to meet his. Sweat trickles down his chest and his light skin flushes to a deep red. He clasps my elbows and helps me to my feet, searching my face as if he doesn’t know me.
But he does. No one has ever known me like Curran.
Curran
I don’t remember falling asleep. What I do remember is Tess next to me, the smell of her hair, and how I gathered her close to keep her warm.
I also remember Joey, and the visit he paid me. He’s been a frequent guest in my head lately, one that has overstayed his welcome, all thanks to me.
Same dream. Same scenario. Same reality.
Shit.
“We got him now, O’Brien!” Joey yells.