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Amusement bubbling up in his veins. “Should I be jealous now?”
“No.” A kiss to his pec. “I’m just pointing out the obvious. The man exudes danger—the type that’ll take care of a gang of bad guys, scoop you up, and then fuck you senseless against the wall.” A shrug. “Or fuck you senseless against the wall while somehow still keeping you safe under a hail of bullets.”
“Okay,” he said. “You’re telling me that I shouldn’t be jealous…and yet, you’re talking about another man fucking you against the wall.”
And, seriously, all this talk of fucking against walls was having no little effect on his tiny—
“I’m not talking about another man fucking me. I’m talking about a fictional man fucking a fictional woman, against the wall, during a firefight and—eek!”
He’d reached his limit on hearing her talk about fucking, fictional or otherwise.
So, he did what a man had to do.
He nudged her towel—it puddled to the floor. He nudgedhistowel—it puddled to the floor on top of hers. Then he scooped her up and pinned her against the wall.
“Con—” It was a complaint, but a breathless one, and he grinned.
Yeah, there might be something to this fucking against walls thing.
Especially when Raven was in his arms, and he was the one doing the fucking.
Her legs wrapped around his hips. “We’re going to be late.”
He gripped her ass. “We’ll be fast.” Already, he could feel that she was soaking, hot and wet and dripping over the length of his cock.
“I—”
He dropped his head, sucked a nipple deep, and notched himself at her entrance.
Her breath caught, fingers diving into his hair. “We’ll be fast.”
One stroke had him pressing deep, his lips releasing her breast because he could fuck his woman against a wall, but he wasn’t a fucking contortionist. Then he found her mouth, kissed her as he fucked her hard and fast andhard.
Pictures rattled.
His towel rack fell off the wall—and yeah, that remodel or move needed to happen.Soon.
“Shit, honey,” she whispered, head dropping back against the wall, chest heaving…pussy spasming as he kept stroking, slick and tight andhis. “Shit!”
His dick was wrapped in a vice, her moans were in her ears.
His orgasm…was barreling down on him.
“Come for me, baby,” he ordered, feeling pleasure starting to splinter out from the base of his spine. “Come for me.”
“I…I’m…right…there,” she puffed.
And yeah, he knew she was. Knew she was there, knew she was ready, knew she was—
Thank fuck—coming.
Around him, squeezing him so tight he nearly passed out from the pleasure of his orgasm. It ripped through him, threatened to shred him to pieces, it was so fucking powerful.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “Oh God. Oh God. OhGod.”
And then she slumped against him.
And seriously, fucking against the wall sucked when his orgasm had tried to tear him in two, left his knees shaking, legs ready to give out. He held on though, locking himself in place before smoothing back her hair, smiling at her flushed cheeks, her lazy expression, her warm, melted eyes when she looked up at him.
