hesitantly. “I did not see that coming.”
“Call it a surprise ambush.” She stepped closer, to feel his heat, the solid bulk of his body, and those dark, brilliant eyes, fixed on her like he was drinking her up. She kept her chin up and her shoulders back. “So? Let’s settle this here and now.”
“I hate to put the brakes on,” he said reluctantly. “But I have to find some more condoms. I didn’t have a chance to do that today. With one thing and another.”
“Actually,” she murmured. “I’ve had a blood test since I’ve been in Shaw’s Crossing. And I still have a contraceptive implant. It should still be good. So? You?”
His eyes widened. “Whoa,” he said. “I can guarantee you that I’m clean. I’ve been tested since the last time I’ve been with anyone. But are you sure?”
She smiled. “Absolutely,” she said.
Nate stripped off his shirt, grinning. And like the last time he’d taken off his clothes, his naked torso threw her into a state of confusion. He was just so freaking gorgeous. It was too much.
“So?” he prompted. “Now what? I am yours to command.”
“Damn.” She pressed her hands to his hot chest, feeling the shape of the steely muscle below. Swaying forward until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. “I, ah, forgot what we were talking about.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Good. Then let’s get right to it.”
Pleasure welled up, from a hidden, secret place inside her. It was a wonderful contradiction, to be held so tightly she could hardly breathe, and yet his wild, frantic kiss made her feel free.
Past and future, gone. Fear gone. She was a flame twisting in his arms.
His lips moved over hers, tasting, exploring. His hands slid down her back, gripping her ass. Lifting her so that her mound pressed the hard bulge in his pants.
She wound her legs around his, and without pulling away, she went at his belt buckle. Nate helped with the belt, shoving his pants down and stepping out of them.
Her feet left the floor. He’d swooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his hard chest. The contact felt electric. The taste of him, the delicate flick of his tongue against hers. Desire swelled in her body like an orchestra’s crescendo.
Nate set her down on her feet just long enough to pull the blanket down. Then her back hit the cool sheets, and his hot body covered hers. He kept his weight off her, but she pushed against him, arching as he pushed her legs open and petted her pussy lips with his fingertips. It was already slick and yielding. Ready. Aching for him.
He slid his fingers into her clinging depths with a ragged groan, thrusting and caressing. “So hot,” he moaned. “Slick and tight. You’re killing me.”
“Now,” she whispered into his ears, dragging him closer. “Right now. Do it.”
“We just got started,” he protested. “I can’t just jump on top of you and go for it. You’re small. Tight. You need lots of lube. Lots of orgasms, before I get inside you.”
She canted her hips, winding her legs around his and reached down to grip his stiff cock, twisting her hand in a seductive, pulling stroke. “Save your fancy technique for later,” she said. “I need you inside right now or I’ll start clawing you.”
His chest vibrated with silent laughter. “I hear and obey,” he said, positioning himself over her, shaking with the effort at self-control.
He gripped his cock in his hand, sliding the blunt glans tenderly up and down her pussy lips and making himself gleaming wet and slippery. Petting her clit and circling it, tenderly around and around and around it, like a tender lick. The world narrowed down to the dark room, the sounds of their ragged breathing, her low, whimpering gasps as he caressed her, making her arch and buck against him.
Finally, he gave it to her, surging inside with exquisite slowness. Rocking, slowly. Gliding in her slick heat. “Oh yeah,” he gasped out. “So hot. So good.”
She just clutched his shoulders as they found that perfect dance. Deep, gliding thrusts stroked all her sweet spots and woke up new ones everywhere. Every sensual thrust felt like both a perfect culmination and a maddening prelude for the next.
He reared up, head thrown back, his body pumping into hers. She squeezed him with her twined legs, her nails digging into his chest. They both gasped for air at the slick thrusts, the wild rhythm that propelled them into