He laughed and the rich sound floated through the room. “Barely.”
His erection pressed against her. She glanced down and watched him slide the condom on. He rubbed the tip back and forth across her opening until she lifted up, bringing her legs toward her chest. Half on his knees now, he put his hands on the backs of her legs, right by the knees, and began to enter her.
There was nothing hesitant about the way he filled her. He sank into her on one long thrust that stole her breath. Pulling out, he hesitated for only a second then plunged again.
Something inside her snapped. Forget the slow mating and seduction of her body by his. She wanted wild and out of control. She wanted to see him out of breath and on the edge.
Pushing on his shoulders, she got him to ease back. When he looked at her in confusion, she shifted her hips. His smile wasn’t hard to read after that. It lit up his face. With an arm wrapped around her back, he spun them. Turned them over until she straddled his hips and rode his erection.
She needed this. Craved this.
Bracing her hands on his chest, she lifted then fell down again. The push against the tiny muscles inside her had her gasping. Her breath hitched and she fought to drag in enough air. She would have inhaled, but he pulled her head down and kissed her. Enveloped her in his heat.
And then she heard it. His soft panting. Felt the tremble in his hands. He wasn’t immune to her and didn’t pretend to be. She loved that a man so hell-bent on control could let go in the bedroom. Give in to his needs and let the moment touch him. Not pretend otherwise.
She wanted to vary the speed and torture them both. Make it last. She couldn’t.
They fell into a steady rhythm that wound her up and tightened every muscle. Desire churned deep in her belly. She pressed her knees tighter against his sides and sank down harder and faster. Reveled in the feel of his hands massaging her breasts while his erection stretched and filled her.
The orgasm slammed into her. Broke right over the dam and had her head falling back. She kept moving, kept milking that incredible sensation. Every nerve ending tingled and her heart hammered in her ears until she could barely hear.
When the waves finally stopped pummeling her, she fell forward. Let her hair drape over her shoulders and brush his skin. Watched as his head pushed into the pillows and his hands clamped down on her hips. He came while her body still pulsed.
He finally stopped and she let her body ease down to rest against him. For a few minutes the mix of their breathing echoed in the still room. A sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies and her muscles turned to liquid. She didn’t care about any of it. All that mattered was the frantic thump of his heart under her ear. The way he combed his fingers through her hair and smoothed the other hand up and down her back.
She may not always understand him, but she understood this. Their needs matched. Their bodies fit.
“I should kidnap you more often.” His deep voice was filled with amusement as he talked.
If she could have moved her hand she would have pinched him. She settled for turning her head and giving a little nibble to his chest. “That is not the lesson you were supposed to learn.”
“I will do pretty much whatever you want right now.”
She peeked up at him. The uneven rise and fall of his chest. The closed eyes and satisfied expression. “A second round?”
His eyes popped open. “Damn, woman.”
“Is that a no?” She somehow doubted it.
He let out a long exhale. “Give me a few minutes.”
Since she couldn’t actually move that wouldn’t be a problem. “I’m not going anywhere.”
With a groan, he moved. Flipped her over onto her back and balanced his body over hers. “Until we’re ready we should practice kissing.”
Just when she thought he couldn’t get sexier he said something that lured her in even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think we need lots of practice.”
He lowered his head until his mouth skimmed across hers. “But it turns out I may not need too many minutes to recover.”
“Let’s see if we can set a record.”
CHAPTER 22
Emery insisted on retrieving clothes. Wren had been tempted to feed her a line about buying her new ones. He could and he would, but he knew her well enough to sense that the offer would meet with an eye roll.