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She pushed off his shirt, then folded her arms around the back of his neck, clinging. He slid his hands inside the jacket, his palms coasting over her breasts before he placed them on either side of her waist and pulled her with him as he backed up to the end of the bed and sat down.
Holding her in front of him between his legs, he nuzzled her breasts, dabbed at her nipples with his tongue, nipped at the area around her navel with his teeth. His tongue drew spirals in the hollows beneath her hip bones.
When he started to move lower, she responded to the gentle guidance of his hands as he parted her thighs, wider, until his soughing breath caressed her, then the brush of his lips, the wet heat of his open mouth, the sweeps and swirls and strokes of his tongue.
She gasped his name, clutched his hair. His mouth was merciless, unpredictable, eliciting unexpected flares of feeling that stole her breath. When an orgasm was only one caress away from shuddering through her, she angled his head away. “Not yet.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, then pushed him back onto the bed. In the process of scooting toward the head of it, he unbuttoned his jeans and worked them past his hips. Brynn straddled his legs. The feel of soft denim against the insides of her thighs was incredibly erotic. She relished the sight of his heaving chest, the drastic dip of his taut stomach beneath his rib cage, and his sex, pulsing with vitality, the tip already glossed.
He panted, “If you don’t ride me, there is no God.”
Smiling, she combed her fingers up through the fan of light brown hair on his chest as she bent over him and took him into her mouth. Sensations aroused by his elementally male scent and taste were intensified by the low animal sound of pleasure that vibrated through his entire body. She drew on him until he huffed her name and tugged her head up by handfuls of her hair.
“Now.” He took himself in hand, so that when she stood on her knees, he guided himself into her. As she sank down on him, he released a long exhale. Through the squint she was coming to identify with him, he looked at her with thrilling, possessive greed. “Damn, this is hot.”
His thumbs stroked the channels at the tops of her thighs; then he reached around and claimed her bottom with strong hands that lifted and lowered her as she rubbed herself against his hardness, creating the friction that rendered almost unbearable pleasure.
Their motions grew increasingly fast and urgent. He jackknifed up, burrowed his face into the open jacket, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He worked his fingers down between them where they were joined, gathered moisture on the pads of them, then feathered, pressed, encircled. Again, again, and again until she came apart.
Her orgasm was long and intense. While aftershocks continued to ripple through her, he lay back down and carried her with him. Then, with his hands splayed over her bottom, grafting her to him, he thrust high and came.
Brynn lay limp and motionless on his chest, feeling his fingers sifting lazily through her hair, listening to his heart beating against her ear, until she fell asleep.
2:14 a.m.
A short while later, she moved off him. He mumbled sleepy protests and tried to hold her, but she extracted herself, took off his jacket, and laid it at the foot of the bed. With a groan, he got up, checked the window. “I hope the bastard’s uncomfortable.”
He shucked his jeans and got back into bed.
She pulled the covers over them and snuggled against his side, his arm cradling her head, their legs intertwined under the covers.
She kissed his pec and touched his nipple with the tip of her tongue. He gave a grunt of approval. “Should we set an alarm?” she whispered.
“I’ll wake up.”
“You’re sure?”
“Um-huh.”
She resettled and was almost asleep, and thought he was, when he mumbled, “What happened with the wild Hendrix boy?”
She snuffled a laugh. “Whatever brought that on?”
“Just wondering if I have to hunt him down and kill him.”
“He’s spared. Nothing happened. We never even went out. I just let Dad think so.”
“How come?”
“To get his attention.”
He’d been lying with the back of his head on the pillow, eyes closed. He opened them now and tipped his head to look into her face.
She gave a small shrug. “It worked for a week or so.”
He studied her for a moment, then stroked her lips with his fingertip. Without saying anything more, he turned her away from him and fit her into the curve of his body. He lay his arm across her. Heavily. Holding her close.
Chapter 30
