“Did I hurt you?”
His concern was swift, and he pulled out.
“Startled me. Told you I didn't think you'd fit.”
Laughing, he shoved a hand beneath her ass and then rolled. The next thing she knew, she was on top of him, his cock shoved so deep she had to brace her hands against his chest and catch her breath.
“You're in charge.”
Three little words. Not the three words she'd longed to hear from him as a love-sick teenager, but three words that never the less meant the absolute world to her.
That he'd let her guide their love making, that he knew, once again just what she needed.
It shouldn't have surprised her that David would be so thoughtful. But then everything about this evening had been a surprise.
Knees bracketed around his lean hips, she lifted herself off his lap.
His hands coasted up her thighs, not rushing necessarily. Supporting. That was him to a T.
With her hands still splayed across his magnificent abs, she picked up the pace. Eyes locked with his, she found a rhythm that left them both breathless. Each slow glide down was followed by a quick lift-off. Before she knew it, they were rocking against each other, together.
Sabrina didn’t have to ask if he was enjoying himself. She could see the pleasure in his eyes, the set of his jaw, feel it in the way he closed his hands around her waist.
She liked that he didn’t rush her, simply enjoyed the ride. With every meeting of their hips, she fell further under his spell.
She lost herself.
Luckily, he was great at picking up the pieces.
When a fine layer of sweat covered their bodies, she was ready for that final leap. And this time, she wasn’t going to let him back away.
Sliding her hands up his chest, she enjoyed the way the coarse hairs tickled her skin. Their position made it hard to keep the pace, but his hips lifted, and he didn’t miss a beat.
Tangling a hand in her hair, he held her where he wanted her, driving himself deep. Sabrina kissed his lips, loving the feel of him between her thighs. He was everything she’d ever wanted.
Intuitive in a way she hadn’t known a man could be and holy hell could he kiss.
She nipped his lower lip and an honest-to-God growl rumbled from his chest, through her nipples, into her heart. She licked and sucked to sooth the ache but that only made him growl deeper.
His hands clamped over her hips and he picked the pace up another notch until their bodies were slamming against each other. Flesh against flesh.
Sabrina flattened herself against his chest and accepted his rutting cock. The position drove his body against her clit and she lost her mind.
Pleasure so intense she thought her head would explode poured through her. Over her. Lit her from the inside out. Somewhere, far off, she heard the sounds of their pleasure. What sounded like a feminine cry and a guttural groan.
Over and over, higher and higher. So hot. So, so hot. So strong.
“Come with me.”
His whisper was dark and needy but so damned sweet. The words ignited her, and she blew apart in his arms.
David’s body went stiff as a board beneath hers and his arms locked around her like a vice.
He made another sound that sounded vaguely like English, spoken through the mists of pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” he uttered, letting his head drop back.
She collapsed against his chest, thoroughly spent.
“Well said.”
Their ribs brushed against each other as they fought for air. To say she was delirious with pleasure was an understatement.
She found the energy to place a kiss between his pecks. Propping her chin there, she looked up at him.
“When can we do that again?”
The laugh that she knew so well and loved so much filled the air.
8
David's watch beeped at seven every morning. This morning was no different. It was his signal to head out the door. Ordinarily he'd have been up, had a cup of coffee, done his hundred pushups and sit ups, and showered by now.
Not today.
Not with Sabrina Duncan tangled around him like spaghetti on a fork.
Not with her naked breasts pressed against his side and her sweet breath caressing his ear.
Last night had been amazing and he'd laid awake since their last tryst, trying to figure out why his chest felt like it was going to explode.
He was only 34 and he ran at least ten miles a week, despite his knees' protests. That was in shape, right? This couldn't be a heart attack.
A phone started ringing in the other room.
He ignored it.
Wasn't his ringtone and he wasn't about to wake the sleeping beauty in his arms.
Man, he was fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
His lips twitched.
Sabrina stirred, and he held his breath. Despite his earlier misgivings, he wasn't ready for her to leave yet.
That told him just how deep he'd gotten in a little less than twelve hours.
If he wasn't ready to let her go but didn't exactly want her to stay, where did that leave them?
The phone fell silent.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Basically, he had until she woke up to figure out what to do. For a man who could plan a mission that would get his team in and out of some of the more remote areas of the planet with their asses intact, he sure was having a hard time of it this morning.
Maybe he should start with a fresh pot of coffee.
They still needed to talk. He still had questions for her. And he wanted to hear more about her life since she'd left Brunswick.
The phone rang again and this time, Sabrina bolted upright. She would have fallen out of the bed if he hadn't caught her arm.
“What time is it?”
“Seven.” Her question was like ice water. “You got somewhere to be?”
Someone to see?
Her gaze
