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“Enough to beg?”
He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t beg. Ever. For anyone.
She vised her hands tighter, inciting a pressure in his balls that shot streaks of scalding heat up his spine. “You can come like this.” She looked down at herself, and her intimate inspection nearly did him in. “All over my breasts. My stomach. Or…” She brushed her wet center against him and his eyes crossed on their way to rolling back in his head. “Inside me, so deep you’re all I feel.”
Leaning forward, she pressed her palm against his belly and the muscles jumped. With her other hand, she rubbed him against her wet folds, saturating him with her desire. Teasing him with it until he growled again and notched his hand on her waist, driving her down onto him in a swift, inexorable motion.
She looked so surprised he’d taken the upper hand that he jerked up into a sitting position and locked his hand around her neck, bringing her slack mouth to his laughing one. “Sweetheart, you’ll never be as strong as me.”
But suddenly he was the weak one, caught in her awed expression as she gripped his shoulders and started to move. They were so close like this, her knees beside his hips, their mouths sliding together but not linked. He breathed in the sweet scent of cherries mixed with that faint scent of wax that still clung to her skin. Her sigh whispered over his lips like a kiss and he powered upward, burying himself inside her so that her longing throbbed in his blood as well.
She gasped at his sudden urgency, her eyes just as unguarded now as they were earlier. The shutters on her emotions hadn’t come down to block him out yet and he reveled in the sensation, knowing he was inside her in a way far beyond the physical.
And he wanted it. He wanted to learn everything about her, to be the only man she trembled for with her heart in her eyes while her slim hips rode him to completion.
She changed the angle, rising higher before bending back, doing more of those acrobatics that sent his system into overdrive. She squeezed around him, scorching him with her excitement, urging him to follow her lead. He clasped her swollen breasts and she cried out, the broken sound triggering the plea he’d never believed he would give.
“Please, Vic. For me. Now.”
A quaver went through her and her eyes closed. Then she was moving faster, the pinch of her nails dragging down his arms encouraging him to race with her, to drive her as hard as they both needed. To take them to the finish.
She came first, but barely. Her first spasm sent him over, crashing hard into the wall. Mouths colliding, he thrust his hips up to meet hers one final time. Their arms wrapped tight, their lips sealed together, and he embedded himself as deep as he could go in her giving body. It still wasn’t close enough.
It would never be enough.
He dropped his head to her breasts and let his mind go blissfully blank. The night had taken its toll. All he wanted was to stretch out with her and sleep. Just sleep.
But he forced himself to look up, to make sure she was okay. That was his duty. Her tiny, smug smile was his reward.
He traced the corners of that smile, honored that he’d earned another tonight. “There it is. Thank you for adding more to my collection.”
“So you have a mental smile bank instead of a spank bank.”
“You’re the only one who puts deposits in it. Though, now that you mention it, you’ve deposited quite a few things in the latter lately.” He laughed at her halfhearted shoulder smack.
Her hand flexed, as pale as a sunbeam against his darker skin. “Your mom invited me to a girls-only packing party tomorrow. Do you think she’d mind if I brought Jill?”
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“I thought that was my loverly duty.”
“Girlfriend duty,” he corrected, wincing inwardly when she removed her hand. “I won’t be there so it’s not necessary. Besides, you don’t…it’s not…” Shit, he was about to stutter. Was he that tired? “You hate lying. I don’t want to make it worse for you.”
The smile she gave him now was the exact opposite of what he’d dubbed her orgasm smile. “Appreciate it, but I’ll be fine. It’ll keep Jill out of trouble. Monday’s ladies’ night at the bar.” She sighed heavily. “That girl’s going to be the death of me.”
“What do you care what she does? You’re not her mother.”
Her sharp glance made him want to snatch the words back, even if he didn’t know why. “She doesn’t have a mother anymore, so I’m all she’s got. I made a promise to make sure she stays on the right path, and I’m going to keep it.”
“Where is her mother?”
“She died.” A quick blink and the sheen that brightened her eyes for a moment was gone. “Jill was her only child, and she wanted me to watch over her. If I have to put a damn chastity belt on the girl to protect her virtue, by God, I will.”
He snorted out a laugh. “She’s twenty-two, correct? Sure there’s anything left to protect? Nowadays girls are usually pretty young, aren’t they?”
She waved her hand. “Town skank here, remember?”
“Stop it.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it against his chest. “I don’t want to hear that word out of your mouth again or I’ll—”
