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She blinked, then understood.
She dropped to her knees, unlaced one boot then the other. She slipped them off his feet and let his pants and briefs slide off too. And looked up.
“Oh,” she whispered.
Riley sat back on her haunches and simply looked her fill. He was so beautiful. A perfect man. All his muscles lean, working together. As perfect as a Greek statue. What was incredible was that he was just as perfect inside, with a big heart, a noble heart. A man who kept his word, who helped his friends, who loved his country. A man in full, a man to admire.
And he was hers.
She stood slowly, her hands covering the length of him, calves, thighs … she took his penis in her hand. She hadn’t seen many but this was just … male perfection. She caressed him, reveling in the heat and power. She pumped once, twice, but he hissed in a breath as if in pain, and she understood he was almost overstimulated.
So was she. Her core was like a small sun and susceptible to even the slightest stimulation. If he touched her, she’d come.
Her hands travelled up, over his hard belly, chest. He stood still, watching her, almost passive. But when she put her arms around his neck, he gave a groan and brought them to the floor. They were on a rug, thick and plush, and thank God because Pierce plunged into her and started hammering at her, using the full strength of his body.
If she hadn’t been so turned on, so wet, it would have hurt.
It didn’t hurt.
She met him stroke for stroke, wanted the friction, wanted him as deep inside her as he could go. It was so fast and hard and intense it couldn’t last, and it didn’t. She was clinging to him with her arms and legs and dug her fingernails deep into the hard muscles of his back, feeling those muscles working as he moved in her. Clinging to him like a raft in a stormy sea, she went up in flames, her sex contracting around him in contractions so strong they pulled her abdominal muscles.
He gave a groan and started coming too, hips pumping, holding her so tightly she could hardly breathe. She didn’t want to breathe, she wanted to be held so close to his heart, feel him moving inside her, feel his hammering heart next to her hammering heart.
They stilled, both of them. Her head was buried in his neck, her eyes closed, savoring everything.
They were both still panting. He was incredibly heavy on top of her and she was half on the cold hardwood floor, half on the plush rug. Pierce put a hand on the floor preparatory to getting up and she tightened her arms and legs around him. She was uncomfortable, yeah, but it was sheer bliss having him on top of her. She felt safe and protected, and, well—her body was still shaking from the massive orgasm. Having him in her arms was well worth a little discomfort.
He gave a little huff against her neck, lifting a lock of hair and she got goose bumps. Oh man, she was in such bad trouble. If she had more energy, she’d worry about it.
“You okay?”
Riley wiggled her toes and fingers, the only parts of her body she could move. But everything seemed functional. She couldn’t really muster words. Just a humming sound and a nod of her head.
“I’m sorry. I don’t usually—”
“Me neither,” she choked out. This was way outside anything she recognized as Riley Behavior. Maybe some alien life form had taken her over. Or a fungus, like inThe Last of Us.
“But I’m not really sorry,” he added.
“Me neither,” she repeated, and he gave a little laugh. Laughter seemed out of place, given that they had just nearly died. And the jury was still out on the world.
She snorted, which set him off in laughter. Like an out-of-control virus, it set her off too. The laughter came from deep in her belly, totally uncontrollable. She buried her face in Pierce’s neck, but couldn’t inhale his delicious scent because the laughter was too strong. She could barely breathe, shaking with it. Another snort, as she tried to breathe in air, and he howled. Helpless, Pierce rolled off her, pulling her with him. She was half on, half off him, feeling his muscles tighten with the laughter.
For an instant she had an out-of-body experience, and had a glimpse of them on the floor, looking down from the ceiling, whooping and shaking and it was so ridiculous she laughed even harder.
Her stomach muscles hurt, her eyes were leaking. Oh God. One hand was on his chest, the most amazing chest in the history of the world, and his large hand was over hers. She watched her hand move up and down as his chest rose and fell.
Time stopped as they laughed, and in that laughter was all the fear and anger they both felt dissipating. The world was reduced to right here, right now, as they convulsed with laughter.
It was easing. Riley could finally breathe, in and out. She wiped her eyes, looked over at Pierce. He had tears on his cheeks, too.
He slid out of her. They both had very wet groins. Pierce cupped her there and kissed her mouth. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m always careful, though. I’ve got a clean bill of health. And I haven’t had sex in a while.”
She sighed. “I’m clean too, and I haven’t had sex in a longer while. And it’s the wrong time of month, or right time of month, however you want to look at it.” She lay her hand against his cheek. They could have made a child. They hadn’t. She was sure about that, but they could have.
That was a thought that would have had her in a panic with anyone else. With Pierce, it was a point in a data set. They’d had sex. They could have made her pregnant but they hadn’t.
She propped her head on her hand and observed him. “Tell me, how did you know there were condoms in the nightstand back at the safe house?”
