Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans Book 4) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,89

that she approached life. Just…all in. No holds barred. Balls to the friggin’ wall. And it was beautiful.

So beautiful, in fact, that he wished with his whole heart that it wasn’t so dark in the lighthouse. Because he wanted to see her in all her carnal glory. Wanted to see the flush of completion on her dewy skin. Wanted to see how pink and swollen she was between her legs. Wanted to see the color of the little landing strip of pubic hair that crowned the top of her sex.

Platinum like her hair? Dark brown like her eyelashes and eyebrows? Something in between?

There were still a million things he wanted to see, wanted to do, wanted to experience. There’s just not enough time. There’ll never be enough time!

He pushed the thought away as soon as he had it. He couldn’t dwell on what he didn’t have. Not now. Dwelling would come later.

“That was…wow,” Maddy said. “You’re quite good at that.”

The sound of her throaty laugh went all through him. His beautiful, responsive, naughty Maddy coming down from the heights of ecstasy as only she could, with grace and humor and praise.

Pressing one last kiss on her, he gently removed his hand and pushed up to his knees between her thighs. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the heavy bounce of his cock and knew it was standing nearly vertical.

Maddy must’ve sensed it too, because he heard her breath catch. “How bad do you want me?” she asked impishly.

“So bad,” he said, finding her hand and guiding it to his shaft. She made an appreciative sound when she curled her fingers around him. “I came so hard in your soft, eager hands earlier. But I’m so swollen and achy I don’t feel like I’ve come in a year. This is what you do to me. You feel that?”

He moved her hand to the base of his shaft, using his fingers to show her where to touch him so she’d feel the heavy pulse that fed his cock and had it standing straight.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “So big and hard, yet satiny soft.” She angled him toward her entrance, toward the hot, quivering flesh he’d just had in his mouth and hands. “Please, Bran,” she pleaded. “Feelin’ you like this has me achin’ again. I want you to fill me up. Come inside me. Come inside me now.”

Her husky voice and dirty words made his balls clench. He didn’t want to go off like a geyser the minute he entered her. He wanted this to last. He couldn’t have forever, but he hoped to have more than a few measly seconds.

Once he had himself under some semblance of control, once the ache wasn’t so acute, he bent forward and allowed her to guide him to her entrance. He shuddered when the hot, swollen crown of his dick slipped through her tender folds. His bare toes curled. His hips flexed forward ever so slightly until the tip of him was snugged inside her.

“Holy shit,” he gritted. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. You’re so warm and wet and soft and—”

He stilled, letting his head fall back. Hell! He suddenly realized why nothing had ever felt so good. Well, besides the fact that it was Maddy beneath him. Maddy hooking her heels behind his ass in an effort to drag his hips forward. Maddy, Maddy, sexy, completely unprotected Maddy!

“Bran?” Her voice was a syrupy sweet temptation in the darkness. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“N-no…” He had to stop and clear his throat. At some point his vocal cords had shredded. “No condom,” he finally managed.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or cry. Maybe both. What he was sure of was that he couldn’t force himself to pull back, to break the delicate connection of their bodies. It was too good. Too sweet. Too perfect.

He suddenly knew what all the fuss was about when it came to love and sex and no barriers. The combination of the three transcended the mere physical and slipped into what he could only describe as spiritual. And although he considered himself a lapsed Catholic at best, he would swear that right then and there he was connected to Maddy in a deeply fundamental way that encompassed his entire being. Heart, body, and soul. If he’d ever doubted it before, he didn’t doubt it now. There must be a God. Because what other than a divine being could have created two things so