Meant to Be Immortal (Argeneau #32) - Lynsay Sands Page 0,93
the condom and actually make love to CJ if that was what she wanted when she woke up. But not out here, he decided as he stopped next to the couch and peered down at CJ. She was sprawled on the sofa, topless, her lovely breasts on display, and her pants were undone and open still. They’d also ridden down her hips somewhat, pushed there by his hand as he’d fought for the room to pleasure her. She looked delicious, and he fervently hoped that they would go for another round when she woke up. He just didn’t want to do it here in the salon with Justin Bricker outside the door.
Sticking the condom packets between his teeth, he bent to carefully scoop up CJ and headed for the bedroom with her.
As careful as he’d been, CJ blinked her eyes open and eyed him sleepily as he was setting her down. She smiled when she saw him, and then reached up and took the condom packets from his mouth. Her eyes widened as she realized what they were. “You’ve been out.”
Mac grimaced and opened his mouth to explain, but then she grinned and added, “You’re my hero,” and he smiled and kissed her instead. He’d meant it to be a light you’re adorable, thanks for saying that kind of kiss, but light kisses never happened with life mates. What started out as a light brushing of mouths ended in a full-on assault of lips and tongue, and they were both lost. All the plans Mac had come up with when he’d first woken up, the things he’d wanted to do, the pleasure he’d wanted to give her, flew out the window as he fell on her like a starving man on a feast. And like a starving man, he did his damnedest to taste everything. Her lips were sweet and still swollen from their last round. He licked and nipped and soothed them by turn before nibbling a path to her ear where he concentrated briefly before turning his attention to her neck, nipping and sucking and licking on his way down to her chest.
Her breasts came next, a scrumptious buffet that he licked and suckled and squeezed by turn, enjoying the pleasure it sent coursing through him until she recalled him to the fact that she wasn’t his own private playground by flipping him onto his back and climbing onto him like he was a ride at the fair. Mac groaned and clasped her hips as she settled on his groin, rubbing against him through their jeans, but his eyes popped open with alarm when she then reached for the button of his pants and announced, “I got all the pleasure last time. Your turn.”
This was when Mac realized why his sister had counseled him to woo her like a 1950s mortal. Shared pleasure. The moment CJ touched him in any way, she would experience his pleasure and that was not something that could be explained without telling her about immortals and the special little abilities they had. He couldn’t allow this, he realized even as she popped his button open and started lowering the zipper.
“Wait!” he gasped, catching her hands.
CJ paused and met his gaze with question.
“I . . . er . . .” He stared at her helplessly for a moment, unsure what the hell to say to keep her from touching him, and then it came to him. A good excuse, but one that would surely be humiliating as hell. But it had to be done, so he bit the bullet and cleared his throat and then said, “If you touch me I— You said it’s been three years for you?”
She nodded.
“Well, it’s been longer for me,” he told her, and that was definitely the truth. It had been better than a thousand years since Mac had bothered with sex.
“Okay,” CJ said slowly, looking a little bewildered as to why he would bring that up at this point.
“So I’m afraid if you touch me, I’ll blow like a geyser . . . immediately,” he added with a wince. No man wanted to suggest he might be premature at such things. Especially when it wasn’t true. That was the thing about life mates, when one blew, the other went with them. It made premature ejaculation impossible. Or maybe it made them both premature ejaculators since life mate sex was fast and furious for at least the first year after coming together.