He jerked back and stiffened. His hands fell away from her. “What the hell are you doing?” he snarled.
“Getting warm. You won't give me any clothes, and I'm cold.”
He held himself rigid. “Not a good idea. I'm not in control of myself tonight. At all. Don't push me, Raine.”
She pressed her cheek against his burning chest, rubbed it gently against his flat brown nipple. “I know you,” she said, in a soft, stubborn voice. “You can't scare me, Seth Mackey.”
“Oh yeah?” His arms closed around her, his heat scorching her. “Well, you scare me, babe. You scare me to death.”
She pulled him closer and twined herself around him. His response was instantaneous, and she almost wept with relief when she felt the familiar flare of heat from him. She needed all of his devouring hunger, all of his volcanic heat to drive away the bleak horror of what she had seen tonight. She caressed the hot length of his erection and unbuckled his jeans, wrapping her ringers around his hard, fever-hot penis.
It all moved very fast from that point. He toppled her onto the futon, pinning her against the tangle of blankets, his boots still on, his jeans shoved down. She stared at the ceiling, wide open, and cried out when he shoved himself inside her. It was too soon; she wasn’t soft or wet enough, but she didn't care, she needed this to melt the glacial cold. To make her feel alive again.
It only hurt for the first few rough, awkward thrusts. His breath was harsh and ragged against her neck. His muscles clenched, fighting for control. He drew himself out slowly, surged in again. Already she was softening; he glided more easily with every deep stroke. She twined her legs around his damp, muddy jeans.
His face was a taut grimace of pain. “You're killing me, Raine.”
“No.” She pulled his face back down to hers. 'I'm loving you.”
He wrenched away from her kiss. “I want to believe you,” he rasped.
She caressed his face, her body pulsing seductively beneath his. The pain in his voice tore at her. “Trust me,” she whispered.
He froze, wedged deep inside her. Time stopped Everything stopped. The two of them were clenched together as tightly as a fist. She held her breath, staring into his eyes.
His mouth hardened. He shook his head and pulled out of her body. “Roll over.”
“No!” She tried to pull him back. “At least look me in the face while we make love. You owe me that much.”
“It's not love, and I don't owe you a damn thing.”
He flipped her onto her stomach. She turned her face to the side and shut her eyes against the intense feeling of vulnerability, the heat of his hands caressing her bottom, his thighs wedged between hers. He shoved her open, his weight settling down on her, and penetrated her, pushing himself slowly, deeply into her body.
“Damn you,” he muttered under his breath.
He pushed away the hair that covered her face and pressed his face against her neck. He stayed that way, vibrating with tension. She pried her arm out from beneath her chest with some difficulty, and grasped one of his big, trembling fists that gripped the blanket by her head. She pulled it to her face and kissed it.
A shudder jerked through him. He lifted his weight off, curving himself over her. Warming and sheltering her. He slid his hand beneath her hips, his long, sensitive fingers seeking until he found her tender cleft. He caressed her slick, swollen clitoris with delicate skill.
“You see?” she whispered, pushing back to take in more of him. “It is love, Seth. It's always like this with us. It always will be. We can't hurt each other. It's against our nature.”
“Shhh. Hold still.” His fingers tightened around her hand. “Fm right on the edge. I don't want to come yet. Don't move.”
Raine waited for him for as long as she could, but the wild woman inside her wanted to drive him over the edge and force him to face the truth about the two of them. She arched her back and slid up and down his hard, pulsing shaft, clenching and releasing. She pleasured herself with his body, hungry and bold. Demanding everything he had to give.
Helplessly, he followed her, giving her the rhythm she wanted. He couldn't deny her what she needed for one second, or even try to resist the force that moved them. He was hers, all hers. Fierce joy blazed through her as she pulled him after her, his wrenching explosion of pleasure echoing her own. His body jerked and pulsed into hers, and his cry sounded like a shout of protest.
After several breathless, panting minutes, Seth sat up and started yanking at the laces of his boots. He pulled them off, peeled off his jeans and flung them away too. He lay back down behind her, pulling her close so that her whole back was pressed against his hot chest. His penis, still hard, prodded her buttocks. She gasped as he thrust himself slowly back inside her. His arm clamped across her waist.
“Go to sleep “ he said. “I want to stay right here. Inside you.”
She clutched the thick muscles of his forearm and almost laughed at the ridiculous idea. As if she could sleep in that condition, so utterly penetrated by his body. Then she felt the liquid heat trickling down her thigh, and tingled with shock. “Seth. We didn't use anything.”
His teeth sank delicately into her shoulder, dragging across her damp skin. “No. The condoms are back at the hotel. Want to go ask the McClouds if we can raid their stash?”
“No “ she whispered.
“I didn't think you'd be into that.”
Raine dug her nails into his arm as his teeth and tongue moved their delicate, nibbling caresses to the back of her neck. “It's amazing, without,” he said, in a wondering voice. “I can feel every juicy little detail. I want to explode the second I'm inside you. And I thought I had all this self-control.” His hips pulsed against her bottom and he swelled inside her, sliding in and out. “I could rack you all night long, no problem. I haven't done it without latex since I was fourteen. Congratulations. You've reduced me to a state of adolescent idiocy.”
She clenched herself around him, dazed by the risk they were taking, and all that it implied. “You'll never forgive me for that, will you?”
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Seth, I—”
“Shhh. No more talk.”
The flat, hard tone in his voice silenced her. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and squeezed her eyes shut At least he was touching her with passionate tenderness. His body knew the truth. She felt it in the way his hands caressed her belly, her breasts, the way his fingers fluttered skillfully between her legs while he surged heavily into her from behind in a slow, relentless cadence.
That went on forever, timeless and lazy and delicious, but finally he began to deepen his strokes, his bream sawing harshly into his mouth against her neck. He muttered something incoherent and jerked her up onto her hands and knees.
That was even better; now she could move, arching and straining against him. She cried out with unbearable excitement at his first deep thrust, and he froze into immobility.
“Don't stop.” Her voice shook with breathless urgency.
“I don't want to hurt you,” he said shakily.
“Damn it, Seth. You're not. You won't.”
She incited him with her panting eagerness, and he let go and gave her what she clearly wanted, deep and hard and driving. She braced herself and thrust back to meet him, reaching for her release. And he gave it to her. Pleasure stabbed through her whole body, as sharp as a fiery spear at first, and then spreading out in widening ripples of sweet, glowing heat Every cell in her body trembled like wind-ruffled water. He spurted inside her, filling her again with his scalding heat. They sagged down onto the blanket, still joined.
Raine pressed her face into the blanket to hide tears she knew he would not want to see or hear, shaken and moved. She could get pregnant. And she would be glad if she were, no matter what. Terrified, but glad. She had seen death that night, and life called to life, all the messy, confusing heat of it She would never shrink from it again.
She woke sometime in the night. Her face was sore, her battered feet stung, the wool blankets were scratchy. Seth's heavy arm blocked half of her lung capacity, and his penis, still deep inside her, forcibly reminded her of certain mundane bodily functions.
“Seth. Are you sleeping?” she whispered.
