Meant to Be Immortal (Argeneau #32) - Lynsay Sands Page 0,92
she bucked into the touch, wishing her jeans were gone too. In the next moment, she felt his hand at the button of her jeans and she could have wept with relief. But he didn’t remove them; instead, once he had the button undone, and the zipper down, he slid one hot hand inside to snake inside her panties and slide down between her legs.
CJ’s cry of pleasure was caught by his mouth as he began to caress her and she realized he’d released her nipple to kiss her again. She was beyond kissing, though, at that point, and merely sucked desperately on his tongue as his fingers continued rubbing, circling, and gliding over her hot, damp skin. He was making her wetter by the moment as her body wept for the release it needed and then he slid a finger inside her, pushing into her moist depths even as he continued caressing her with his thumb, and that was when CJ broke. Something snapped inside her, some fine string of tension that had been growing and stretching since he’d started kissing her, and pleasure slammed through her, a tornado demolishing everything in its path and leaving nothing behind but a welcoming darkness that closed over her.
“Seriously? Condoms? Didn’t you hear a thing Katricia said?” Justin Bricker asked with exasperation.
“Keep your voice down,” Mac growled, glancing back to where CJ was still unconscious on the couch. He didn’t know how long she’d been out, because he’d been out too, and had only just awoken. He was hoping, though, that she’d stay asleep long enough for Justin to go get some condoms and get back.
Mac rolled his eyes and swiveled his head back around to glower at the man. He’d actually expected to have to go downstairs to talk to him so had been relieved to find him standing guard outside the door. What he hadn’t expected was Bricker giving him trouble over his request.
“Just get me the damned condoms, Bricker.”
“I’m supposed to be guarding you,” the younger immortal said. “I can’t do that from the drugstore. If they even have a drugstore in this town that’s open at this hour.”
“Bricker,” Mac snarled in a warning tone, and then snapped his mouth shut abruptly when he noticed a man approaching—one of Mrs. Vesper’s guests, he presumed. In his late twenties, with damp sandy colored hair and an athlete’s physique, the guy looked like he’d just come from the shower. But Mac had no idea how long he’d been there; he hadn’t noticed him until now and he was already just steps away. He was about to slip into the guy’s mind to see who the hell he was when the other man suddenly swerved their way and held up a small foil square.
Mac’s eyes widened with excitement on the condom package the man was holding up.
“Take them,” the stranger said cheerfully. “I keep plenty on hand since the wife had to take a break from the pill. Happy to help out a brother.”
“Thank you,” Mac said, taking what had looked like one but was actually two condom packets. He felt like he’d won the lottery. “Seriously, thank you.”
“My pleasure,” the man said easily, and then grinning, added, “Have fun,” as he continued down the hall toward the stairs.
“If Katricia finds out—”
Mac closed the door on the rest of Bricker’s warning. He didn’t care what his sister thought. Only what CJ wanted, and she’d wanted a condom earlier. He was happy to be able to supply one when she woke up. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed their make-out session, or maybe petting session was a more fitting description, Mac thought. He watched the occasional movie and was sure petting session was more appropriate. But anyway, he’d enjoyed it a great deal. Life mates shared not only dream sex, but they shared their pleasure during actual sex. He’d experienced every twitch, swell, and explosion of pleasure that CJ had as he’d kissed and caressed her. He’d even climaxed with her when she had and then passed out with her, which was a side effect of the mind-blowing sex life mates enjoyed. It was the shared pleasure that did it. Being bombarded by the pleasure of both parties, building and echoing in the body and mind, was overwhelming and usually sent both partners into unconsciousness. In reality, it was just a faint, but unconsciousness sounded more manly.
Despite having enjoyed what they’d done, Mac would be pleased to present