blow.
Then he was in front of her again, pants still open, holding a condom. “Tell me what you need.”
Relief whooshed through her, almost dropping her to her knees. “You. Inside me.”
“Done.” Instead of ripping at her clothes, he dropped to his knees.
The jeans slid down, and her underwear went with them. When he stood again he lifted her now bare legs and wrapped them around his body, low on his hips. Tore the condom package open with his teeth then held it out to her.
“I’ve dreamed of fucking you against the wall.” The scratchy edge to his voice suggested he wasn’t kidding.
Good, because neither was she. The need swamped her, and it took all of her control not to press him against her, condom or not.
She forced her breathing to slow. She wanted to draw out every second and knew once he slid inside her the world would flip and her brain would shut down. “Make it happen.”
He smiled as he placed the condom in her palm and went to work moving her thighs as he tugged and shoved his jeans and briefs, finally getting them down far enough to release his cock. He put his hand between them and rubbed his hand up and down his length, letting her watch as he grew thicker, longer.
Forget control and common sense. She wanted this to happen. Anything to wipe out the argument of the last few minutes and the black memories of all that came before.
She removed his hand and slid the condom over him. Took her time even as her insides screamed to hurry. The pleas echoed in her head but she didn’t say them out loud. Not when he felt so good. Not when his finger slipped up inside her.
But she didn’t need foreplay. She wanted fast and hot and sweaty. Tugging on his head, she pulled him in for a kiss. Their mouths met, and light exploded behind her eyes. All the aching crescendoed and her body melted into his.
He balanced her back against the wall as a hand went to her thigh and held her legs still. When his other palm slapped against the wall, he started pushing into her. Not sweet and not gentle. No, this was a taking. He went from letting her lead to overwhelming her. His scent, his breathing. The strength of every muscle and all that attention focused on her. It all ramped up as he plunged in and out, rubbing their bodies together until the friction had her fighting for breath.
Still, he moved. In and out until her shoulders knocked against the wall. Her vision blurred, so she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. His rhythm didn’t falter. He pounded forward, and her body took off. She met every thrust. Dug her fingernails into his back and held on for the amazing ride.
When his chest shuddered she knew he was close. In her mind she wanted the spiraling to continue. To ride out this euphoric feeling. But her body had other ideas. The pulsing started and her hips shifted forward. Right as his orgasm hit, he skimmed a hand down between them and rubbed on the spot sure to make her control implode.
One touch and she joined him. Her breathing ticked up and her chest heaved. Every muscle moved without a signal from her brain. Instinctive and freeing. She dropped her head back against the wall and let the tremors jump through her. She could hear his low moan and feel his body lean heavier against her. She knew he’d found his release. She still rode out the thumping aftermath.
Minutes passed. She opened her eyes, and slowly the room came back into focus. Her muscles had turned to liquid. His body anchored hers to the wall or she would have fallen onto the floor in a pathetic heap.
The sex didn’t erase the harsh words or violent memories, but something had changed. The air buzzed with attraction rather than anger. The aftereffects of sex left a charge running through her body but the instinct to run away, to strike back, had disappeared.
“I was in the room.” Her words slipped out. She half hoped he was too far gone to even hear her. But then she realized that’s not what she wanted. Something inside her drove her to tell him her secrets. To open the door, just a bit, and let him peek in. Not long and not forever, but for a second. So he’d understand. “When he killed