The position rendered her helpless to do anything but submit to the brutal pounding. Before long, her mind blanked to anything but the intense pleasure of LJ’s full power unleashed on her.
“Could watch those big tits bounce like that all goddamned day.”
Their gazes met and a sly smile curled Holly’s mouth. She cupped her breasts, which were swaying heavily with each thrust, then thumbed her nipples. LJ’s focus left her face and lasered in on her breasts. His nostrils flared and she swore his lip curled.
“Go at ’em hard.”
At that moment he could have asked her to start singing the National Anthem and she’d have belted out the tune. Anything to keep that look of fascination with her body on his face. She pinched her nipples.
“Christ, your pussy just clenched me like a vise. Roll ’em, baby. Let me see how much attention my girl’s tits like.”
Nearly out of her mind with pleasure, she did as he asked. The tips of her toes started to tingle, and it felt like electricity zinged through her body.
“That’s it.” His hands tightened on her ass. “Rub your clit. Need to feel you come around me.”
Holly moaned as she moved one hand to her clit. She worked it with rough strokes as she spiraled closer and closer to orgasm. The rest of the world faded away as pleasure flooded every pore in Holly’s body. Her pussy tightened on LJ’s tunneling dick.
“That’s it, baby. Get it, squeeze me.”
“Oh, Jack,” she cried as the orgasm slammed into her with punishing force. Her eyes screwed shut, and she let it overtake her. LJ kept the pace up, grunting and praising her. Just as she opened her eyes, he slammed home one last time, holding her tight again him. His back arched, exposing the corded muscles of his throat as he shouted through his own climax.
When the storm passed, LJ lowered her body to the bed. Their gazes locked.
She needed him to lie next to her, wrap her in those sturdy arms, and hold her as they slept, but she knew without asking that would never happen. After that morning, she’d be lucky if LJ blinked in her presence, let alone closed his eyes for a nap.
She saw it, the moment of change. Something shifted in his eyes. Now that the physical need had been slaked—at least for the moment—reality began to creep back in. Holly swallowed, pushing away the tremendous heartache that hovered right there.
“Don’t do it,” she whispered.
He tilted his head. “Don’t do what?”
“Push me away.” She held her breath. What a vulnerable position to be in. Splayed out naked before him, as he held her heart in his hand. Her body was safe. No fear there. But her heart?
“I don’t have a choice, sugar.”
Her heart was in grave danger.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LJ’S BODY CRAVED the slide into deep relaxation that followed an earth-shattering orgasm, but his mind had already jumped two steps ahead. Never would he put Holly at risk like he had that morning by letting down his guard and nodding off no matter how tempted he was to curl up next to her and let oblivion claim him.
“Not yet,” she whispered. Wiggling, she propped herself onto her elbows.
Why did she have to go and make this difficult? With a sigh, he slipped from between her thighs and flopped down beside her. They both rolled to face each other, and he immediately stroked a hand over her hip. Asshole that he was, he couldn’t keep from touching her even though he had every intention of severing their connection.
“Holly, I could have killed you this morning.”
“That never would have happened.” Her hand landed on his chest, drifting up and down. All he wanted to do was purr like a damn cat and give himself over to the gentle attention.
Instead, he captured her hand and held it palm to palm against his own. The size difference was laughable, with his mitt being almost twice the size of her hand. “Look how much bigger I am than you. I’m not being extreme here, Holly. I could have hurt you. I could have fucking killed you.”
With a shake of her head, she frowned.
“You trying to tell me you weren’t afraid this morning. There wasn’t a single second where you felt fear for your life and safety while I had my whole fucking arm across your throat.” As he spoke, he circled her neck with his free hand.
One squeeze is all it would take. Twenty, thirty seconds of no oxygen and she’d be out like a light. She was so much more fragile than he was. Why the hell had he let things progress so far? Now there would be a different kind of pain. An internal cut that never fully healed. For both of them.
Holly’s eyes flared and there it was. Proof she couldn’t hide. A tiny hint of fear despite her brave talk. She shifted her gaze way. “LJ—”