Hot damn, Rogers. His hand slid under her and found her clit again, and she knew she was done for. Even as her orgasm exploded, he continued to fuck into her, then let out a deep, long grunt. His body jolted, fingers digging into her hips as he unloaded his come into her, flooding her with his wet warmth.
Sarah felt like she was floating down from heaven. Again. A heavy weight pressed onto her, and when she let out a protesting groan, Daniel pulled away and out of her, the mattress dipping as he rolled to his side.
Feeling boneless, moving was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Not one inch. Maybe until tomorrow. Or next year. But as the high from her orgasm began to fade, she knew one of them had to move. Or say something. And if she didn’t say what needed to be said, this might go on longer than it needed to.
With a sigh, she hauled herself up on her elbows, then peered over at him. His eyes were closed, reminding her of that morning she woke up next to him in the motel. However, this time, there was a small smile on his face. Slowly, she got to her knees and slid off the bed. At least she tried to, because in a split second, she found herself dragged backward as a strong arm slid around her waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Daniel pinned her to the mattress, his teeth nipping at her throat.
“Maybe… um …” Heat crawled up her face to the tips of her ears. “I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. I can go to your room or the couch—mmm!”
He silenced her with his lips. “And why would you do that?” A hand snaked between them, pushing her legs apart.
“I thought you were tired and—oh!” Jesus Christ, Mother Mary, Joseph, and all the saints! His fully erect cock nudged at her, then began to slide inside. “Again?”
“Hmmm-hmmm.” He nuzzled at her neck. “Not. Tired,” he said, giving her two hard thrusts. “Hope you can keep up, baby doll.”
Mercy me. Those were her last thoughts as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Chapter Eleven
Daniel hoped he’d exhausted Sarah enough to stop her from attempting to get away. He’d felt her skittishness after the first time they had sex and feared she would bolt away if he didn’t do anything to keep her in his bed.
Okay, so maybe sexing her into oblivion was a little extreme, but he was desperate for her to stay in his arms. She belonged there, and there was no way he was going to let her go.
Fuck, she was amazing. Most people had the notion that he was the nice guy, almost virginal even, but the truth was, he loved the kinky stuff in bed. Holding her down. Spanking that luscious ass. Pulling her arms back. And Sarah didn’t seem to mind, and gave as good as she got. He groaned inwardly, thinking of that thing she did with her tongue that made his eyeballs nearly pop out of their sockets.
He stayed up to watch her, but slept lightly for what seemed like an hour or two. When he felt her shift and move, his eyes flew open. His gaze flittered toward the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, indicating it was morning already. Sarah let out a raspy groan, then moved over toward the edge of the bed, so he reached for her again.
“Daniel,” she warned. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“All right,” he said. “But you better come back soon.”
She snorted, then crawled out of bed, but not before turning back at him and giving him a wink and smile. His mouth went dry, and his cock went hard as he watched her saunter into the bathroom naked, her hips swaying, and her ass jiggling. Fuck.
Minutes later, she came back and slipped into bed, cuddling up to him, one arm over his chest. He couldn’t help but trace the ink over her skin. “This is beautiful,” he said. Up close, he could see the finer details of the stained glass tattoo of the woman wearing a blue cloak dotted with yellow stars.
“A really talented artist did it back in Vegas. It’s usually hard to get a good rendition of stained glass, but she did a great job.”
“What is it, if you don’t mind my asking?”
She tensed for a moment, but relaxed as he continued to soothe his fingers down her arms. “It’s Our Lady of Guadalupe of Mexico,” she said. “Supposedly, she appeared to a poor widower back in 1531 and made roses appear in his cloak.”
“Does she have a special meaning to you?”
“Kinda. I can’t remember much from … from before I was found, but I do remember this image.” Her eyes closed. “Looking up at it. And praying maybe. And a voice in my head of a woman whispering to me. I think … I think she was my mother.”
He slipped his arms around her and held her tight. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” She buried her face in his neck. “It was a long time ago. I don’t even remember her.”
“But you put this ink on you so you’ll never forget.”
Her breath hitched, then she muttered something unintelligible under her breath.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing.” Lifting her head, she propped her chin on his chest. “I mean, can we talk about something else?”
“Hmmm … I can think of a few things.” He grinned at her, one eyebrow quirking up. “Like where you got all those sexy panties. Have you been wearing them all this time?”
“Ha! Of course that’s what you want to talk about.” She slapped him playfully on the chest. “Actually, I should probably tell you. I mean, just so you don’t think I’m a cam girl or something like that.”
That thought never entered his mind. Not that he disapproved of that kind of stuff, especially if it was the woman’s
