Page 35 of The Hijack

“My turn,” he said.

Chapter 16

Clark

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I GROANED. AFTER THE thorough rubbing Theo had given me, I didn’t want to move. He saw my dilemma and nudged me with his head, causing me to laugh out loud when all I wanted to do was sleep.

I dragged myself up onto all fours, stretching for a moment to seal in the flavor of everything Theo did. I climbed on top of him, straddling his buttocks. But instead of giving him a real backrub as he had given me, I lowered my chest to his back and lay still.

Theo waited a bit before complaining. “Do you want to go to sleep?” he asked wisely.

“No,” I said, reviving myself. “I’m just taking a break.”

“Take as long as you need,” he responded. “This is actually quite nice.”

“They should offer this in massage parlors,” I speculated, rising up to gaze down at his perfect form.

His back muscles were no less impressive than his chest, tapered to a waist that fit neatly in both my hands. I slid my palms up his spine and back down again, searching for any signs of weakness. I found a whole host of knotted tissue right around his lower left rib. When I put pressure on it, he hissed, encouraging me to go slowly.

“That’s opposite the bullet wound,” he said painfully.

I eased up on the pressure, simply stroking the skin.

“A little harder,” he instructed.

“You want it harder, baby?” I teased, following his wishes and pressing the heel of my palm into his back.

He allowed me to continue for a few short minutes, until his baser nature got the better of him. Rolling over, he stretched his arms to the far wall. A momentary displeasure passed over his face from the movement, but he bounced back like a champ.

“I think you’ve killed me,” he said, gazing up at me with an abundance of affection.

“Should we just go to bed?” I asked, pretending to pull the sheets down so I could slide underneath.

“Not on your life,” Theo exclaimed, bowling me over with an unexpected show of force.

I fell back on the bed, our legs entangled. Laughing, I twisted my shoulders to put my arm between us. Then I flipped him over again, coming out on top. If he wanted to play that game, I could wrestle with the best of them.

He put his hands on my hips and thrust upward, not piercing me but showing me what he was made of. I grabbed his hands in mine and pinned them to the bed, leaning over him with a victor’s smile.

“Do you yield?” I whispered.

“Are you going to take me prisoner?” he asked.

“Yes,” I promised. “And I’m going to do all kinds of wicked things to you.”

He closed his eyes, prepared for whatever erotic gameplay I was going to dish out. I studied his face from above, the cut jaw and the masculine cheek lines. Dipping low, I brushed my lips across his but when he opened his mouth to respond, I pulled away.

Between my legs, I could feel his cock pulse.

I did it again, gliding so close I could taste him but refusing to commit. He inhaled sharply, coming up from the mattress to claim me as his own. I felt the crush as his mouth breached mine. He freed his hands almost effortlessly and pinned my ears so that he could take what he wanted. My plans dissolved in the heat, and all I wanted to do was make love.

There was no more teasing, no more subtle wordplay. I gave in and doubled down, meeting his passion with a heaping helping of my own. I fell into the kiss, letting it take me away.

He put his hands on my back again, this time with a growing sense of need. I straightened against him, pressing my breasts into his chest. He was warm and loving, eager to commit to our love. I tasted his tongue, savoring his intrusion as I would a fine wine. He was making me drunk, pushing me past the limits of sobriety.

I scrambled to take advantage of him before he could do the same to me. Sealing the kiss, I eased my way down his body from his muscular shoulders to his equally powerful thighs. Careful to avoid the bandage that sealed his wound, I kissed and licked a trail all the way to his privates.