Page 25 of No Going Back

“Nothing.” The reply came easily enough, but deep down, he knew it was something. “Now where was I?”

“Hmm, about here?” She cupped her breast, almost in offering.

Guy inspected the hard bead of her nipple, surrounded by the puckered areola. He replaced her hand with his own, and flicked his thumb over the dusky flesh, before leaning in to suckle once more.

If she’d been a taste of heaven before, now she was divine. Every soft moan she gave stirred emotions he’d believed extinct. The drugged pleasure with which she regarded him was an almost tangible caress to every part of his body.

“Let me touch you.”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Her hands danced over him, lighting more fires wherever they connected with his skin. He burned with need for her, his desire for her overwhelming everything except the instinct to bury himself in her body and never leave it. They rolled and he was between her thighs, his cock trapped between them.

They fit together as if made for one another. Her nails raked down his back and he groaned. How had she made him want her so much, to the point where he could barely think or reason? He couldn’t wait—what he denied her, he denied himself. While a last shred of sanity remained, he grabbed a foil packet from the box, ripped it open, and rolled the condom into place.

“I had the snip a while ago, but until you’re sure of me…”

There’d only been one woman he’d wanted to make babies with, and she’d died a long time ago. After her, he’d thought long and hard about the future, and come to the only conclusion possible. The future he’d wanted was gone, and he’d refused to settle for an inferior facsimile.

Maddie had shown him he’d been wrong—she was not inferior, in any way, shape or form, but what was done was done.

“I am sure of you.”

Her hand on his cheek incinerated the last vestige of his self-control. He wouldn’t last long before he claimed Maddie and made her his. He pinned her hand to the pillow. With the slow, deliberate, sinuous prowl of a jungle cat stalking its prey, he moved over her. Her lashes lowered, and his inner Dom roared in triumph.

“I thought about being here with you, like this, all evening,” Maddie confessed.

“Sounds like both of us were a little distracted.”

“Would you like to distract me a little more?”

“My pleasure. Would you like to play a game?”

She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. “Mm, that sounds interesting.”

“Let’s see how long you can keep your hands where they are.”

“And if I can’t?”

“You pay a forfeit.”

“Which is?”

“My choice. You up for it?”

She gave a telling glance south. “Feels like you are.”

“Minx. I’ll take that as a yes.”

She didn’t object.

On his hands and knees over her, Guy selected the spot where he would start kissing her. When she turned her head to expose the side of her neck to him, his cock lengthened and thickened even more. A smart-arse comment about vampires died on his lips as he bent to kiss the delicate skin.

He nuzzled her hair and inhaled deeply. She smelled so good, like a summer meadow tempting him to laze around for days. He explored her with his mouth, learning her reactions to everything he was doing to her. A lick here, and she purred—a nibble there, and she moaned. And with each purr and moan, his desire for her grew deeper.

He longed to do so much more than lick and nibble.

Every inch of her body was beautiful, even the scars on her weakened leg. When he reached the puckered lines, she tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. He hated what had happened to her, hated that she suffered the lingering effects of it, but it didn’t change how he was coming to feel about her. She’d awakened a hunger in him that would only be satisfied once he was inside her.