“Josette.”
“I have absolutely no desire to do this to Hotwire.”
“Good,” he growled.
“This either.” And she circled his nipple with her tongue until it was as hard as the rest of him and then sucked on it while he pulled in air like a man put on oxygen to survive.
After several seconds of the sensual torment, he grabbed her head and tugged her face up to his. She kissed him with hot, open-mouthed intensity that he returned with aggressive passion. His hands moved down her spine and over her backside until one finger slipped into the intimate crevice at the apex of her thighs.
She wriggled against the teasing finger, aching already for a more solid possession.
Moaning, she rubbed her clitoris against his sex in an effort to assuage the growing ache in her lower body. It wasn’t enough, but heat pooled in her womb while her inner muscles clenched, telling her climax was imminent. She wasn’t ready for the intimacy and touching to end. She wanted to come with him fully imbedded inside her, their flesh joined as deeply as possible. Only, she couldn’t stop her body’s movement, and she moved closer and closer to losing all control.
Whimpering, she tilted her pelvis and lifted her hips without thought until his hardness was poised at the entrance to where she most wanted him to be. Fingers like vises locked around her waist and stopped her from taking him fully inside.
Chapter 11
Her mouth broke from his, a protesting moan of anguish erupting from the very heart of her.
“Not yet, sweetheart.”
She looked down at him, her vision blurred by passion, but even so, she could see the harsh cast to his features so at odds with the tenderness in his voice.
“Why not?”
He grabbed something from under the pillow, keeping her still with his other hand as she tried to move downward again. When she saw what he was holding, frustration for the need to delay roared through her.
“I’m going on the pill,” she muttered from between gritted teeth.
His slashing smile touched her like a caress. “Fine, but tonight, we don’t have any choice.”
And no way did he want her getting pregnant. She scooted backward, making room for him to don the condom, but chilled by the reality of what it symbolized. The transitory nature of their relationship and Daniel’s absolute certainty he did not want a child with her.
Of course safe sex wasn’t all about pregnancy, but she knew deep in her soul that Daniel would never have made love with her if he was putting her at risk. Since she’d never been with anyone else, he couldn’t be worried about what she might expose him to either. This was about keeping the intimacy between them physical and allowing no consequences to come from it.
No result but a heart she already felt cracking under the knowledge he would walk out of her life the same way he had walked into it. Alone.
Daniel held the dark blue foil packet up. “Do you want to put it on?”
Without meaning to, she physically recoiled from the question, her thoughts too close to the surface to ignore.
His brows drew together. “Josie, is something wrong?”
Did she really want to ruin what time she did have with him, entertaining ultradepressing musings about how much it was going to hurt when their relationship ended? No, of course not. That would be stupid.
And she wasn’t dumb.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said with what she hoped was reassuring brightness, and then she winked at him. “But I don’t think it will fit.”
His eyes narrowed and then glittered in understanding, and that incredible smile flashed again. “I didn’t mean on you, little warrior.”
She eyed his erection with blatant skepticism. “I didn’t either.”
He stared at her and then burst out laughing. She grinned in response and then remembering how successful the ploy had been in the park, tickled him. She loved the joyous sound coming from him. It made her feel special, because she knew that he hardly ever gave in to it with other people.
As it was, he laughed so hard she fell off of him. It took several seconds longer to get the condom on him than it should have, but by the time they did, they were both ready to finish what they’d started.
He flipped her onto her stomach, and she twisted to look at him. “I don’t want a massage; I want you inside me.”
“I will be.”
He pulled her hips up and slid a pillow under them, making her realize he meant to enter her from the back. She shivered nervously as his fingers separated her slick folds. This was new and for some reason felt very different, as though she was more vulnerable to him than when they made love in other positions.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to like this,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed into her from behind.
As he deepened his possession, she felt amazing inner sensations she hadn’t experienced the night before. He touched a nerve center inside her that made her grind her bottom against him.
“It’s so good,” she moaned out, needing to give vent to the feelings of sweet torment.
“Oh, yeah…” He thrust deeply into her, and she realized he was nowhere near all the way inside.
By the time Daniel’s pelvis was rubbing against her bottom, Josie was writhing under him like a woman possessed.
He kissed the back of her neck, her temple, her cheek. She felt completely surrounded by him, cherished and cocooned in his ardor. She turned her face toward him, and their lips met briefly, but she couldn’t stay that way long. She didn’t have the strength or muscle control…Pleasure had drained her, and she hadn’t even climaxed yet.
Her head fell forward against her hands, and she gasped as each thrust caressed the nerve center deep inside her from an unfamiliar angle. Her body tensed until every muscle was taut, but she didn’t go over the edge. Instead the feeling of an impending cataclysm subsided, and her muscles went involuntarily slack. The same sequence happened twice more, taking her to a peak that turned out to be a plateau. She was nearly sobbing with frustration as her body tautened once again, the feeling more intense than any of the times before.
“Daniel,” she cried out.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“I’m so close!”
“Yes.” He thrust inside her, pulling her hips up toward him, and she thought she would die from the pleasure he gave her.
If she didn’t implode first.
He kept thrusting, his hard penis caressing her insides intimately and with purpose, but the spring inside her only grew tighter and tighter.
“I want to come,” she moaned against the bed, her hair wet with perspiration and her back slick with it.
“Okay, sweetheart.”
What did he mean, okay? Did he think just by saying it, she would climax?
He slid his hand under her and cupped her mound—a statement of possession, but also an incredible source of delight. She pressed against his hand, instinctively seeking more. He slipped his forefinger and middle finger between her slick folds. Catching her clitoris between them, he rubbed up and down, squeezing his fingers together to increase the pressure and sensation on her sweetest spot.
She splintered apart, her sense of reality shattering as her entire body convulsed with unbelievable bliss. Grinding her bottom against him, she sought deeper penetration until no rational thought remained while wave after wave of sensation crashed through her.
Daniel rammed into her from behind, driving for fulfillment and holding her hips up when she would have collapsed onto the bed. Suddenly, he buried his face in a pillow she’d shoved to the side earlier, his body going taut,
