Let go. There was nothing more arousing to him than when she let go.
She still couldn’t breathe, but no longer cared. Sensations were storming her, too brutal, too dark, to be called something as mild as pleasure.
She let him take, would have begged him to take more if she’d had the words. When he yanked her pants down her hips, she opened for him. And those hands, those wonderful hands, drove her over.
She cried out as she came, as the orgasm flashed through her with such intense heat.
Her head dropped weakly on his shoulder, and she managed one word. “More.”
“Always.” His lips were on her hair, her cheek, then on hers again. “Always.”
His arms came around her, and once freed, hers around him. She locked her legs around his waist and struggled to speak as her breath came in short, strained pants. “We’re not on the floor.”
“We’ll get there.” He nipped at her shoulder, her throat, wondered how he could stop himself from simply eating her whole.
He hitched her off the counter, taking her weight as their mouths fused again, as heartbeat slammed against heartbeat. Her hands had worked their way under his shirt, her short nails scraping over his damp skin.
Then she tugged it up, tugged it off, and fixed her teeth on his shoulder. “God, your body. Mine, mine, mine.”
They were on the floor, pulling at clothes, pulling in air as lungs threatened to burst. And this time when her legs locked around him, he buried himself inside her.
Hot, so viciously hot, she trapped him there, rising up to take more of him, dragging him down to follow her. His hands slid off her slick skin, then found purchase on her hips. They dug in while he plunged.
Chapter 12
They were lying on their backs on the floor in a sweaty heap. Her throat was wild with thirst, but she wasn’t entirely sure she could swallow. Just breathing took all the energy she had left.
As far as spontaneous, uncontrolled sex went, she thought they had a winner. She felt his fingers brush hers, and gave him top marks for recovery.
“Is there anything left on your to-do list?” he asked softly.
“No.” Her breath whistled in, whistled out. “That cleans it up.”
“Thank God.”
“We have to get up from here, before noon tomorrow,” Eve warned.
“I think it has to be sooner. I’m starving.”
She thought it over. “So am I. I don’t suppose you could pull one of your macho routines and carry me.”
“I don’t suppose. I was hoping you’d carry me.”
“Well.” They lay where they were another full minute. “Maybe we can try this together.”
“On three then.” He counted it off. On three, they managed to pull each other to sitting positions, then just sat there, grinning.
“That was really good. My idea,” she reminded him.
“And one for the record books. We’d better try to stand up.”
“Okay, but let’s not rush it.”
They staggered to their feet, swayed, then held each other up like a pair of drunks.
“Wow. I’d say I got a little trashed watching you lose a round to that grill, but that’s not it. You trashed me. Appreciate it.”
“My pleasure.” He rested his head on hers. “Just hold a minute, until the blood starts circulating again.”