Black Wings, Gray Skies (Black Hat Bureau 4)

“Chocolate-covered strawberries?” A hoarse laugh hitched in his chest. “Oysters on the half shell?”

Smiling into his skin, I chuckled at myself. “I’m a walking, talking cliché factory.”

“You’re not walking,” he pointed out, nearing the bed. “How do you want…?”

“Any way I can get you.” I reached low and tapped his knotted towel. “Mind if you lose this?”

“No,” he breathed, and then the fabric hit the floor.

Fingertip pressing down on his shoulder, I guided him to the edge of the mattress. “Sit.”

The brush of his erection, hot and hard beneath me as my knees hit the comforter, hitched my breath.

I wasn’t ashamed to admit I had put a lot of thought into this moment. It made me a hypocrite, yes, but I wanted his first time to be special. Perfect. That was why, after much consideration, I chose this position to give me total control, to prove I couldn’t be fuller of consent if I were a pinata stuffed with condoms.

Which reminded me… “Condom?”

“I’m not fertile.”

There were questions to be asked about that, yes, but I only managed, “Good.”

With gentle hands, I pressed him flat onto his back then leaned over him to taste and touch every inch from chin to navel. I bit his hipbone next, and he shuddered, so I bit the other. Harder. I wrapped my hand around his firm length, flicked my tongue over the tip, then blew across the crown.

“Rue,” he rasped, his hips jerking. “I…”

A strangled noise escaped him when I took him in my mouth, and his fingers speared my hair, not pulling or pushing, just anchoring himself to me in the moment. I grinned as each bob of my head tensed his muscles until they were strung tight and ready to burst from his skin.

Mouth swollen, his taste on my tongue, I asked, “More?”

“Yes,” he growled, his hands sliding down to cup my face, his thumbs hot on my lips.

“More of this?” I licked him base to tip. “Or do you have something else in mind?”

Look at me, being a communicator! Actual words coming out in real sentences that make sense.

Who knew all it took was getting naked and rubbing against him to generate words of affirmation?

“I want it all.” His touch gentled. “All of you.”

His thighs might be quivering, but his feet were planted firmly on the floor. I leaned back, adjusted my position, and braced my knees on either side of his hips on the mattress. I teased us both with long slides of my sex over his, until my skin was humming and his was slick with sweat and strain.

Locking gazes with him, I gripped his base to hold him steady for me. Then I sank onto him with a gasp as he filled me. He kicked back his head, his canines long in his mouth. They pressed against his full bottom lip until a drop of blood welled that parched the back of my throat with the desire to taste that too.

Taking his hands in mine, I guided them to my breasts and showed him how to make me squirm.

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

The frantic beat of his heart warned me he was close, but I hadn’t gotten started yet.

Moaning approval as he explored my body with tentative fingers, I leaned backward, bracing my palms on his upper thighs.

And then I began to move in rolling waves that caused his fingers to spasm on my skin.

“Tell me…” His eyelashes fanned his cheeks. “How…?”

Understanding flooded me, warming me, and I shifted one of his hands to the apex of my thighs before I caved to the desperate urge to rock against his fingers. He let my whispers and sighs teach him, and he held on until the cords in his neck pressed stark against his skin before a snarl ripped from his throat.

Control fled when he sat upright, linking his arms around my waist and clamping his teeth where my neck met my collarbone as instinct drove him to thrust into me, harder and harder, until we slid onto the floor with a thump that didn’t cost him his rhythm.