they’d only just met, yet she felt as if she’d known him forever. He groaned and thrust lightly into her mouth. He cradled her head, and his thumbs stroked her cheeks, his rock-hard cock a contrast to the soft touch of his hands.
“God. I want to come inside you.”
Oh yeah, those words reawakened the tightening, thickening heat in her belly. His hands trembled as he rolled the condom over his erection. Violence had left him steady-handed, but his eagerness for her body shook him. She smiled, loving that second fact.
She opened her arms, scooted herself closer and pulled him into an embrace.
He seized her and hauled her up, his hands on her bottom as he pulled her onto his lap.
They both fumbled, not yet used to the way their bodies fit together. His cock slid against her leg; then he pulled her up more and over him. As she sank onto him at last, they fit together perfectly.
He directed her with his hands clasping her butt, his body pushing up as she came down. Yes, so good. She moved slowly at first, then faster. He slammed her down hard, and she gave a squeak. He growled and stopped his thrusting. Her squeak had been delight that he could fill her so deeply—and not just her body but all of her. Nick’s unexpected arrival in her life had shaken up her world so much that now she couldn’t imagine his absence. Demonstrating how much she wanted him, she pushed down, seating him firmly inside her.
Her orgasm began to build again, less urgent now, giving her time to enjoy his breathy grunts and the way he filled her. Details like the hair on his legs brushing her inner thighs, his big hands gripping her ass, holding and controlling her, and that cock, huge inside her, scraping her deliciously all fought for her attention. And she wanted to be aware of every bit, every moment of their union, to file each precious detail away to take out and marvel at later.
“Ames,” he panted, obviously close.
She grabbed his shoulders and, instead of hot skin, felt the fabric of his T-shirt. She hauled it off him. Skin against skin, her nipples rubbing his chest, pushed them both over the edge.
A groan tore out of him, and the noise went straight through her. His need was her need and it exploded through her. Wrapping her arms tight around him, she held on as they came and came some more.
At last, she slowed, then stopped, pressed her face to his shoulder and kissed him. Nick squeezed her as if she were trying to escape his grasp.
“Ames.”
She smiled as he repeated her name yet again and she nipped his shoulder. “Nick. Sam. Allen. Rossi. Ross.”
He heaved a sigh and seemed to withdraw. She almost felt him pulling away—not physically but from the strange and sudden bond that connected them. “Aw, fuck. I’m sorry about all of this.”
“This?” She realized he wasn’t talking about the fierce lovemaking. “Oh. That.”
She climbed off him, her bare feet hitting the damp leaves and not blankets. For the first time, she became aware of the chill in the air. Ames groped around for the sweatpants. He found them first and helped her turn them right-side out.
“Next time we do this, there’ll be no rush. No threat hanging over us, just long, slow lovemaking that lasts all night long,” she promised, as she pulled the sweatpants onto her shaky legs.
“Hell, yes,” he said
She smiled at the fervor of his agreement. If, God forbid, something terrible were to happen when they faced the mob, she couldn’t ask for a happier last memory than tonight.
They cleaned up the best they could—he’d brought along extra shirts so his old one worked as a rag. Then they settled again. Her back to his front. His arm wrapped around her and his face pressed to her head. This already felt familiar and cozy.
She tried to avoid the thoughts of the coming hours, but the reality returned too fast.
“I can feel you tensing up,” he murmured. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He kissed her and hummed softly in her ear. It was a tuneless little chant of we’ll stay safe, Ames, I’m here, I’m here, hush, hush.
She felt safe at the moment, wrapped in his arms. That would have to do, she thought muzzily. And in so many ways that was more comfort than she’d ever had.
When she woke up, the first gray light of dawn sifted through