Page 23 of Marrying the Enemy

“Lean back.”

She did, not wanting to lose the warmth of his chest against hers, but she braced her hands behind her.

He trailed his touch across her belly and down to where their flesh was locked. His caress was sure and intimate, but light and frustrating as he avoided the spot that would provide the sharpest sensations. Then he brushed the knot of nerves that was still so sensitive she gasped in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

“Mmm.” She jerked and he did it again. The thickness of him filling her amplified everything, bringing an immediate flood of heat.

“Mmm,” he mocked. “You like that.” He circled his thumb, avoiding, avoiding, then skimming across in a tease.

She gasped again, accusing, “You’re mean.”

He dragged his gaze up from watching the play of his thumb. “When it’s necessary. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

Her heart lurched, but he was rubbing her own moisture against the swelling bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She bit her lip and arched in reaction, starting to need more of that. Starting to think she needed that for the rest of her life.

Her movement shifted him inside her, promising the friction she hadn’t known she desired. His free hand braced her hip as he withdrew in a sensual drag before returning in a slow, deliberate penetration that sent delicious shivers through her nerve-endings.

A small cry of joy escaped her.

This was what it was about, she realized as she splayed her hands behind her, holding herself still for his steady thrusts. This was why there were eight billion people on the planet. This was what everyone was chasing, this sense of being made from gold dust. Of being made for this. For him.

She gloried in the pace he set, layering sensation upon sensation into her. They were folding time so it was compressed and stalled and they could be right here, like this, forever. Like ancient life trapped in amber.

“Evie.”

She dragged her eyes open to see his eyes were glittering through the fading light, his cheeks dark, his teeth bared.

“It’s me.” He lightly pinched her nipple. “I’m the one doing this to you.”

“I know.” Did he think she was fantasizing about someone else? He was her entire world.

“Good.” He set his hand on her lower back and brought her all the way off the counter before he began to thrust with more power.

She grunted in surprise and clasped onto him.

She was bathed in fire, open and defenseless, but safe. Even as tension wound through her, even as she wanted to claw his back for the release he was promising, and even though she knew he resented this as much as she did, she knew they were in this together. That made it better than okay. It was wrong and messy, but perfect.

The rain had cooled the shack, but they were both sweating. They were sticky and clinging and making noises as though working hard.

“Don’t stop,” she cried as climax danced tantalizingly close, yet remained out of reach, like a star at her fingertips. “Don’t stop.”

Now he did get rough, shifting to hold her tighter as he thrust with wild, barely couched power. She loved it. She had needed to know she could wreck him as thoroughly as he wrecked her and she could feel how he was shaking and about to shatter.

“Come, damn you,” he ordered.

She opened her mouth against the crook of his neck and bit him. Not hard, just hard enough for him to feel her teeth.

They detonated. She didn’t know whether it was him or her that hit the culmination first, but they were thrown into the abyss together, screaming and shouting with pleasure. He kept thrusting and the edge of the counter cut into her backside and her ankle bumped something sending a zing of pain through her, but none of that mattered.

Only this mattered. The feel of him buried deep inside her, pulsing against her internal clenches. His arms were locked around her and the slam of his heart was against her breast and pleasure radiated through her whole body.

It was a glorious disaster.

CHAPTER EIGHT

DOM THOUGHT HIS orgasm would never end. The hammer-like throbs rang through him, taking forever to slow and fade before becoming latent pangs and twitches.

His arms and legs were trembling with exertion, but he waited until he felt himself slipping out of her before he clumsily made sure she was balanced on her foot. He secured the condom and withdrew, wrapped it in a napkin and tossed it into the bin under the sink.

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