“Not all of them,” he said honestly. “A few. It wasn’t easy, seeing you so close when you were so far away. It was weird, but it gave me some measure of peace that you didn’t share everything with the whole world . . . some measure of satisfaction,” he growled softly, molding her breasts to his hands for emphasis, making the nipples protrude between his fingers. He barely noticed her lips falling open in amazement at his fierce declaration before he leaned down and inserted a crest into his mouth. He closed his eyes and drew on her.
A ripple of pleasure went through him when her fingernails scraped against his scalp. God, she was sweet. His tongue laved and pressed, hungry for the sensation of her beading flesh. She clutched his hair and moaned when he drew on her, suckling her greedily, then pausing to soothe her with his tongue. His hand lowered and caressed a smooth thigh. He reached, his fingertips seeking glory. He groaned, deep and primal, when he dipped his fingers between her labia and found her sweet and warm, her arousal wetting his fingertips.
A storm seemed to settle on his brain, an uncompromising need to mate, hard and fast. It wasn’t logical. It was the direct opposite of making sense. It was a primal directive. He slid his fingers lower between her thighs, palming her entire outer sex possessively. She said his name and clutched at his hair, hurting him a little. The evidence of her returned desperation only fueled his rampaging lust. He moved his hand in a tight, small circle, stimulating her clit. When she started to gyrate her hips in a subtle, erotic movement, pressing against him frantically, he saw red.
The next thing he knew, he was extricating a condom from his wallet and panting while Gia ripped at his button fly. She scooted forward on the cabinet, the tiny twitching of her hips and the slight sway of her breasts killing him.
She reached between his opened fly and found the outline of his erection straining against his boxer briefs.
“Christ,” he grated out when she flicked her fingernails against the stretched fabric, erotically scraping his aching cock. Shivers rippled through him, tightening every muscle in his body. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her hands down to her thighs. He shot her a fiery glance when she started to reach for him the second he let go. Her hands moved anxiously on her thighs, but she stayed put. Their stares held as he jerked down his jeans and underwear and extricated his cock. He winced as he rolled on the condom, his gaze straying like a bee to honey to the vision of Gia’s pussy. She was spread for him, but not as wide as he wanted her.
He looked up at her as he took his sheathed cock in one hand and cupped her hip with the other.
“I’m going to have you again and again in the next few weeks,” he told her as he guided his cock to her pussy, pushing her closer to the edge of the counter with his hand. “Sometimes it’s going to be slow,” he grated out when he felt the tip press against her clasping warmth, “and sometimes it’s going to be fast, but right now, it’s going to be furious. I’ve waited for too long to get back inside you, Gia.”
She cried out when he flexed his hips and her softness parted for him. The counter’s height was perfect for the maneuver. His cock entered her at a horizontal angle from his body, and she was so damn wet and warm and tight. He clenched his teeth. She was so sweet, and she was squeezing him mercilessly.
He grabbed both her hips and sank into her. Their stares held as he bumped his pelvis against her outer sex and ground his hips lightly against hers. Her beautiful face tightened. She looked anguished. Wild. He stroked her cheek soothingly.
“There, you can take that, can’t you?” he muttered thickly, pulling lightly on her long hair. Her head fell back, and he bit gently at her pink mouth and fragrant neck. It was delicious, staying still while the ache in him mounted. A siren was starting to wail in his brain, a distant claxon approaching. “You have to take it, sweet girl,” he said between ravishing her mouth. “Because I’m about to lose it. You feel so fucking good.”
“Yes,” she hissed. Her fingers flexed into his ass, begging him, taunting him. “Give it to me hard.”
He drew his cock out of her and rocketed back inside, using his hold on her to keep her still for his possession. It was madness. It was fantastic. He groaned gutturally at the brutality of the pleasure. He held her tighter, grimacing, powering his hips. She shook every time he crashed their flesh together, but he brought her closer, holding her tight, absorbing the blow.
It took him a moment to realize that wailing alarm of excitement wasn’t just coming from inside his head. The hissing teapot on the stove had escalated to a shrill whistle, the sound of it blending with Gia’s high-pitched keening as they crashed together. He straightened slightly, never ceasing his ruthless plunging into her body. She stared at him, and it all came rushing back to him, that wild, helpless expression she got on her face when he took her.
“You always liked it hard, didn’t you?” he rasped, holding her hips and driving into her.
Her breasts trembled with each forceful thrust. He spread her pale thighs wider and pushed her closer to the edge. He caught sight of her slick, swollen clitoris. A madness struck him at the flagrantly erotic vision, and he was charging at full steam. The teapot was screaming, that claxon now upon him, blaring, insistent.
Stupid, to believe this rabid, feral need for Gia was something he could control.
He reached with his thumb, rubbing her slick clit. He powered into her with short, forceful thrusts, watching her intently. Their gazes held as cruel pleasure sank its talons deep. The pressure in her taut muscles broke, and her nails dug into his hip and buttocks. She began to shudder, her helpless whimpers barely audible against the screech of the steaming kettle. Her climactic convulsions pushed him over the edge. He thrust high in her.
He roared as the climax hit him, blistering. Scalding. He locked gazes with her again as he came. Grinding his teeth, he used both thumbs to part her labia wider. Instinctively, he pushed closer, circling his straining body subtly against her exposed clit, demanding she join him full force in his pleasure. Her whimpers escalated to a scream. They shook together in the kind of tense, mindless bliss that for better or worse, was bound to incinerate everything in its path.
Eleven
She stretched luxuriously next to him on the bed, feeling wonderful and liberated in their nakedness, her body still chafed and tingling from their frantic lovemaking. And why shouldn’t she feel free? True, they’d both struggled over the wisdom of giving in to lust and need, but that fight was over now. Who could struggle for long against the type of attraction that throbbed between her and Seth?
“You must be exhausted,” she murmured, seeing his eyelids growing heavy as he languorously stroked the curve of her hip. They were lying on their sides, facing each other, the duvet and sheets drawn down around their ankles. “You’ve only slept for an hour since the night before last.”
“I’m okay,” he assured shortly. She loved the sound of his gruff baritone. She loved exploring his beautiful, hard body. He so often restrained her hands during sex, something she adored and hated in equal measure. But he wasn’t restraining her now. Her stroking hands on him mimicked his movements on her. She caressed a lean hip. When he cupped an entire buttock in his large hand, she grinned and leaned forward, reaching around to do the same to him. She grasped a hard, smooth ass cheek and squeezed.
“God, you feel good,” she whispered, awe spicing her tone. She nipped at his mouth, massaging his ass. In her closer position, she felt his cock flick up against her pelvis. Excitement tingled through her as she shaped the dense muscle lasciviously. “How do you keep so hard?”
“I work out, like most people,” he said, kissing her back with a strange paradox of idleness and focus that made her think of a big cat lazily playing before it pounced.
“You’d have to do more than just ‘work out’ to have this butt,” she remonstrated lightly, squeezing him. “How will we exercise here?”
“There’s a nice workout facility in the basement.”
“There is? Can we . . . go jogging . . . in the woods, as well?” she asked distractedly, plucking at his mouth, most of her attention held by his spicy, clean scent, delicious ass and his firm lips.
“We can. If you’re in disguise.”
She pulled back at that. As he looked at her face, his slow smile caused a sensation in her sex like a flame flickering up to a steady glow.