The Survivor - Cristin Harber Page 0,51
paid enough to deal with this bullshit.” He shifted her to his other arm as though she weighed as much as the blanket and then set her on the bed. With a crooked grin, he tore off his shirt, crawled to the center of the bed, and pulled her to his bare chest. “If I’d guessed, I would’ve thought red or pink roses petals for the happy couple.”
“They’d mess up the sheets,” she pointed out.
His eyebrow crooked. “We’re gonna mess up the sheets.”
Amanda laughed until he unbuttoned the top of her blouse. His knuckles grazed over her collar bone. Hagan unfastened a second button. Hyper aware of her breaths, she anticipated his next move. As fast as he’d made her laugh, he’d turned her on again. Hagan didn’t touch her skin. Goosebumps still jumped.
After the last button, he spread the shirt. Air wicked over her skin, followed by the cataclysmic heat of his strong hand smoothing over her stomach.
“You shouldn’t wear clothes to bed.”
The idea of sleeping next to Hagan, naked and wrapped in his arms, made her almost jump. She wasn’t sure that was an intimacy she was ready for. But this was. Their eyes met, and it was as if he understood what she wanted, needed, and had to ignore. Hagan found the zipper on her hip, stripped away her pants, and stared.
She caught herself from apologizing for her scars and wished she’d put the kind of thought into this trip of a woman traveling with her man, not a security analyst looking for a clue. Her cotton bra and panties were comfortable and a far cry from sexy, yet he acted as though she were a feast for a starved man. Arousal dampened her ordinary underwear. Her tight nipples pressed into the white cotton. It didn’t matter what she wore or wanted to hide. His erection hung heavy, thickening at the sight of her. She was overcome by that same urge that had swelled in her when the door shut and they were alone. She needed to him to fill her body as much as he occupied her mind.
Hagan inched the cotton off her hips then unclasped her bra, laying it at her side. Amanda wrapped herself to him. She was skin-hungry. It wasn’t romantic or seductive, but it was so needed. He cocooned her and nuzzled her neck until she’d had her fill of closeness.
Her mouth found his. Their tongues tangled, sweet and slow. His hands explored, touching and testing, studying every reaction as he mapped a path from her breasts to her clitoris. He stroked her sensitive skin and spread her arousal in a teasing game until her legs spread, vagina reaching for his touch. “Please.”
His fingers circled her entrance as though he enjoyed making her beg. When she couldn’t wait another second, the heel of his palm pressed to her clit and his fingers penetrated her body.
Her head rolled back. But the instant satisfaction of pressure wasn’t enough. He read her body and stretched her open. Another finger. Another angle. His hand stroked and slowed and fucked until she squirmed.
“Come here.” He jerked himself upright and hauled Amanda’s back to his chest. One of his powerful arms belted her in place. The other threw her legs wide. She trembled, vulnerable and needy, squirming for contact and writhing in his impossible hold. Desperation caught in her throat. His fingers curled into her again, and she almost cried. “That’s what you need.”
She nodded. Take everything. Take control. He plunged in and out of her body with a ferocious speed that made her legs shake. Hagan hooked his ankle over hers. Just the same, he pinned her other leg. She bucked against his hand, needing a climax so bad it hurt. Amanda choked on his name again. It caught in her throat.
The hand over her chest moved to her neck. “I’ve got your body.” He growled. “Trust me with everything else.”
Her orgasm rolled over her like a volcano erupting. Waves of seismic force echoed as she called his name. The deafening roar of her climax blinded her senses. Amanda trembled and gasped, falling against him. He’d released her legs and curled her to his chest. She floated, pussy still quivering, as aftershocks stole her breath.
Her head met the pillow. Hagan pulled a sheet up and cradled Amanda to his chest.
“I didn’t know I could feel like this.”
His quieted laughter rumbled. “That makes two of us.”
Amanda didn’t explain because she couldn’t. An unhurried sense of euphoria coaxed her