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He’d wanted to wrap her in his arms and rock her, and at the same time he wanted to fuck her until she knew to the bottom of her soul exactly who she belonged to.
“Yeah, but I’m tired of being a good boy today. ” He grinned and dipped his head, stealing a kiss before she could do more than gasp in protest.
As she struggled, he managed to wrestle her shirt off her. She had changed clothes at the hotel, but he realized her luggage was likely up in smoke somewhere. The bomb squad had set several of those suckers off just to match the debris with the dead agent’s car.
The thought of how close she had come to going up in flames as well had his hands trembling as he held her hips against him and took another kiss. A deeper kiss.
Hell, if he didn’t forget the bone-chilling fear he felt when he realized her car was rigged to blow, then he might disintegrate from the inside out.
“Natches. ” Her voice was more a breathy moan now. “You have to stop this. I have to think. ”
“No thinking allowed here. ”
He let her struggle, let her twist until she turned and met the edge of the bar that separated the living room and kitchen. And then he pressed her shoulders down.
He wasn’t going to go
for slow and easy tonight. Slow and easy would come later. Right now, he was burning alive for her.
He loosened her jeans and dragged them over that very shapely ass. The prettiest ass in fifty states he swore as he hurriedly released his own jeans and freed the tormented length of his erection.
Fucking her was ecstasy, and he couldn’t do without it much longer.
“What are you doing?” Breathless, hot, her voice washed over him. She wasn’t protesting, she was losing herself in it, just as he always lost himself in her.
“We’re trying to make a little Natches, remember?” He tucked the head of his cock against the swollen, saturated folds of her pussy before pressing into her.
Damn. It was like pressing into a living flame. Natches groaned, feeling sweat coat his flesh as she burned him alive. He worked his cock farther inside her, feeling her tighten around him, feeling the delicate muscles of her vagina milking and caressing his sensitive flesh.
Nothing was this good. There was no pleasure on earth that could ever be as good as taking Chaya like this. When she reached back for him, her short, neat little nails digging into his thigh, he gave her more. Slow, easy strokes that buried him inside her a little at a time. Gave him a chance to relish every ripple of response around the ultrasensitive head of his cock.
“Damn you, Natches,” she cursed him even as she tugged at his thigh, trying to force him deeper.
Her voice was thick, a feminine little growl of demand that had him grinning with the pleasure of it.
“What? You want me to stop?” He stopped. Buried halfway inside her, his cock head throbbing, dying for more.
“You’re insane,” she cried out.
“Hmm. Good thing one of us is sane then. ” He leaned forward and laid a row of kisses between her shoulder blades. “Our kid needs at least one sane parent. You be the sane one. ” He pressed in farther.
He felt the wash of her juices and had to grit his teeth to hold back his release. His balls had drawn tight against the base of his shaft, electric sparks of sensation racing from them with the need to come.
“Oh God, Natches, we can’t keep keeping doing this. ” She was breathing hard now, panting little breaths that assured him that she was as far gone to the pleasure as he was.
“Doing what?” Sweat trickled along his temple as she burned him clear to his soul.
“Talking babies. ”
His hips shifted and he drove another inch inside her, quick and hard, and gritted his teeth as she arched, a hungry little moan begging him for more.
“The thought of giving you babies makes me harder,” he panted. Hell, the thought of her breathing made him harder. He stayed hard between each release at just the hope of having more of her.
“Everything makes you harder,” she gasped, and he had to laugh.
“Everything about you makes me harder. ” He drew back, the head of his cock poised just inside her liquid heat before he forged inside again.
A throttled, feminine wail filled the air as he took her again. Pushing deep inside her, pausing and drawing back, only to push inside her again. Impaling her with slow strokes, then one fast hard thrust that pinned her to the table and had her trying to scream his name.
