Forever The World of Nightwalkers - By Jacquelyn Frank Page 0,86

and loud when he picked up his pace, leaving off from touching her in order to grip both of her hips in his hands. For the first time she got the hint that he wasn’t as in charge of everything as she had thought. He was starting to draw hard for breath, though not at all from exertion, she knew. She’d seen the man run laps with his dog keeping stride, seen him race around a training field in the hot sun with full body armor and hardly break a sweat. But the moisture between his palms and her skin spoke volumes, the thrill of knowing she excited him that much making her whole body sing.

She started to climax with alarming and unexpected speed. She curled her hands into fists, clutching at the bedding and squeezing her eyes shut tight.

And he smacked her backside once more, startling her.

“Stop thinking,” he commanded her. “And quit resisting. There’s nothing wrong with losing control, Marissa. Nothing at all. Christ … just let go. Because if you don’t relax this tension in your body I’m going to come before I want to. Jesus, Mari, you feel so good it’s killing me.”

And somehow, for some reason, it was all she needed to hear. The empowerment that came with that statement was utterly unreal, and suddenly it no longer mattered whether or not she was in control … of the situation or of herself. She shouted out, realized it was his name on her lips, and he doubled his speed into her, a frenetic, frantic pace that told her he was losing control himself. He reached forward, his hand diving into her hair, twisting it up into his fist, though not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her lose all control, her body exploding in heat and spasms of the utmost in pleasure. She couldn’t seem to keep quiet any longer, her whole existence tightening up and her body seizing him as if it knew he was close and didn’t want things to end. But it was greed, pure and simple, because her pleasure was beyond anything she’d known before. And as he came with a shout that bordered on a roar, as he seemed to freeze in place in order to spill himself inside of her, she realized oh hell yeah, she really liked this position.

“Okay, that’s three. Wanna go for four?” Jackson asked her breathlessly, making them both laugh. She’d finally made it out of her skirt. Not that it even mattered to her anymore. She was wantonly sprawled over his body and well into losing all sense of conservatism … and not regretting it in the least. Not expression on his face their ihly just then anyway. She thought they both knew it was very possible that she would start second-guessing herself in the … well, it wouldn’t be the light of day because she was pretty sure darkness had long since come calling. But then again, maybe she would surprise herself and decide that living in the moment without worrying about consequences or having total control over all of her actions was something she could really get used to.

“Maybe we might make it to good old-fashioned missionary this time,” she speculated. They both waited a beat and looked at each other. “Nah,” they said in unison. She giggled, in spite of her not ever having thought she was the giggling type. But she was discovering things about herself in leaps and bounds. It was amazing what could happen in such a short amount of time.

“Stop thinking. You’re going to end up in a corner you don’t want to be in and it’ll shut you down like Fort Knox under a bomb threat.”

“Okay,” she said. She lay there for all of two seconds. “I have a question. Let’s just say—”

“This is you not thinking?” he teased. “I hate to tell you but you’re doing it wrong.”

She made a face at him, coming just shy of sticking her tongue out. It made her take pause for another two seconds. There was something about him that relaxed her. Well, beside orgasms, she thought to herself. She’d had some nice relationships before meeting him, but … they hadn’t exactly been fun. They were hardly what she’d call a relationship in the traditional sense, but just the same it wasn’t “nice.” It was more cordial. Intelligent. Mature. Sedate. All the things she usually looked for when trying a relationship on for size. She didn’t like drama