Midnight Special Coming on Strong - By Tawny Weber Page 0,42
he could rid himself of the denim, then grabbed his wallet out of his pocket to snag a condom.
He knew she was on the Pill. He’d shared a tiny cabin with her long enough that little things like that became obvious. But he owed it to her to make sure she was safe until they could talk. And talking was out of the question right now.
So he quickly sheathed himself, her hot stare making it a little harder to get the latex over his still growing erection. Hell, all it was going to take was a touch of one of her fingers at this point, and he’d blow.
“Now.”
He pressed his body against hers, his hands skimming up and down her curves. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in tight as she wrapped one leg around his thigh.
He lifted her by the ass, holding her body flush against his. She used his support to anchor her other foot around him, both ankles locking at the small of his back.
When her wet core pressed tight against his straining cock, Hunter lost it. He shifted their bodies so she was caught between the narrow dresser and his hips, using the rounded edge of the wood to anchor her hips as he thrust.
Hard.
Intense.
Deep.
Holy freaking hell, so incredibly deep.
Hunter growled as more pleasure than he’d ever felt pounded through him, even as he pounded into Marni.
Her cries started low and deep, growing higher and keener with each thrust. Her breath came in quick pants.
“Oh! Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted, each word more breathless than the last, each one a higher decibel as her voice and her body climbed pleasure’s peak.
Hunter thrust again.
Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. He growled.
She tensed.
Her eyes flew open to meet his demanding stare.
Pupils so huge they drowned out her sky-blue irises, Marni stared right back. There was a demand in her gaze, insisting that he give her more than satisfaction. Insisting on more than just sexual fulfillment.
He didn’t know what she needed, what she wanted.
He just knew that whatever it was, he wanted her to have it.
He wanted to give her everything.
Hunter thrust again, holding her gaze.
Then he smiled.
A wicked promise that said without words that he’d meet her demands, and push her for a few of his own.
With that in mind, he shifted her higher.
One hand still on the sweet curve of her ass, he skimmed the other up her silky skin to cup her breast.
He bent his head, sucking the full, pouting tip into his mouth. His tongue swirled, sipping at her sweetness. He nipped, wanting to eat her up, to take everything she had.
His eyes never left hers.
She flew over the edge.
Her body exploded beneath his. Her breath shuddered, her entire being shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
Beneath the exquisite pleasure on her face, he saw shock. Like she’d never felt anything so powerful. So good.
Yeah.
He grinned, his ego battling his body over which was being stroked harder right at that moment. Then she shifted, moving closer so her mouth closed over his.
Hunter lost it.
His breath.
His control.
His mind.
He was pure instinct.
His body bucked hard, shaking with the power of his orgasm. It exploded, taking him to levels of pleasure he’d never experienced. Never imagined.
He poured and poured and poured into her.
The climax was like a rolling earthquake, it just kept coming.
Finally, so breathless he was seeing spots in front of his eyes, the orgasm retreated to tiny shudders.
His legs were water. His arms shook. He could barely breathe.
Damn.
Never in his entire life had he felt as incredible as he did in that moment.
9
HUNTER CONSIDERED HIS life damned good. He had a great career. He had excellent luck with the ladies. He was financially secure, had good friends and a great father.
He’d never claim to be a humble man, nor was he interested in false modesty. So he’d always been pretty comfortable with the fact that he was good at sex. Damned good.
But he’d never been—the sex had never been—this good.
He wasn’t surprised, though.
Marni inspired him to new levels of greatness.
What was tripping him out, though, was how fabulous the nonsex was with her.
They sat across from each other at the small table in their cabin, Marni’s hair a tumble of curls over her silky robe. The deep blue fabric clung to her full breasts, emphasizing nipples still peaked from his earlier ministrations.
“So who’s your biggest life influence?” she asked, dipping her strawberry into a pot of warm chocolate, then nibbling.