Page 25 of Coming Undone

A fierce longing pierced her and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, running her fingers around his back.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against the swell of her breast.

“No. It’s me that can’t have enough of you, and I’ve waited so long.” Already, the coiled heat in her womb tightened, her body more than ready for the kind of pleasure he could give her. “Please say you brought protection?”

“Taken care of.” He lifted his head and gripped her shoulders, steering her backward toward the queen-size bed and a thick white duvet. “Right front pocket.”

She grinned as she dipped her fingers into the place he indicated.

“I’ve been wanting to get into your shorts.” She withdrew two condoms and tossed them on the bed. “Now I’m finally enjoying my chance.”

She reached for the fly to unfasten it, but he held her hand in place before she could.

“Actually, this can’t be your chance or I’m going to lose it before we get started.” He withdrew his grip on her wrist before she even had the chance to worry about being restrained.

But then, he was so thoughtful of her, he’d probably already taken that into account.

“Tell me what I can do,” she urged. “I just want to touch you somewhere. Anywhere.”

He lifted her palms to his shoulders and left them there. She flexed her fingers, digging into his skin just a little. He reached around her back to unfasten her bra and she let go of him just long enough for him to pull the straps down her arms. Then, her hands were right back where he’d wanted them.

His attention shifted down her body and he dragged her panties down her legs until they fell to the floor. He tucked his hands under her butt to lift her onto the bed, parting her thighs to make room for him between them. By now, she was so ready for him she tugged him down, closer to her. He made quick work of his shorts, only pausing for a second to be sure his zipper cleared the erection that tested the fabric before they were off.

Her fingers danced down his arms, unable to stay still, wanting to wrap around the thick length of what he’d revealed. Instead, she waited, seeing the expression on his face as he reached for a condom and rolled it on.

The waiting was costing him. He handled himself very carefully, as if too much friction could send him hurtling toward a finish. She wanted to be the cause of that finish. And she wanted to feel him inside her when they both reached that moment.

Danny watched Stephanie, her blue eyes taking in all of him as he tried his damnedest to get the condom in place without losing it. But it seemed like he’d been waiting for this moment for five years, not two days. That, on top of being out at sea for six months, meant his control was non-existent.

Gritting his teeth, he finished the task and allowed himself a look at her naked body spread out before him. She was so gorgeous. So immersed in the moment and the pleasure she didn’t have any reservations.

That alone made him want to roar in victory and bury himself deep inside her.

He gripped her waist, steering her hips closer to his where he stood at the edge of the bed. Her breathing was so fast her breasts lifted with each inhalation. Her thighs hugged his as if to draw him near.

Then, he couldn’t hold back another second. He nudged the slick heat of her core, her body yielding sweetly to his. He gripped her legs, steering her right where he wanted her as a fierce urgency took hold. Lights flashed behind his eyes. Her body gripped his, squeezing gently. He bit his lip until he tasted blood, wanting to wait another minute.

Or at least wanting to wait for her…

Remembering the way she liked to be touched best, he reached between their bodies and stroked her lightly, circling the taut sex with the pad of his thumb. She must have been wound almost as tight as him because her body convulsed almost immediately, the spasms wracking her even as they melted into him.

He came hard, moments after her, their shouts lost in a sea of pillows as he collapsed on top of her, careful to keep his weight on his arms so she didn’t feel restrained. He shuddered again and again, his body barely under his control anymore. She felt so damn good. So perfect.

So his.

The spasms went on for a long time, his and hers. Theirs together. Just when he thought the after-tremors were done, some small inner squeeze of her body triggered another belated response from his.

Sometime afterward, he fell onto his side next to her, turning her in his arms so they faced each other. He wanted her again with the same insatiable need he’d felt for her five years ago, only this was even more insistent.

This new need had been compounded with a possessiveness born the day he’d learned she was taken. It was almost as if those hellish weeks of thinking about her obsessively, praying for her return, and basically losing his mind had created a cavernous hole in his chest that only she could fill. Now, she was here, filling that gap for the first time.

He was happy as hell.

As long as he didn’t think about the fact that the very same spot would be ripped open all over again three weeks from now. He didn’t have a clue how he’d let her go. So right now, he planned to hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

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“Danny?”

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