Page 36 of Love & Rockets

“Keep that up and I’m pretty sure I will,” he answered in a rush.

She ran her fingertip over him again. “This?”

So the little bundle of dynamite he’d invited into his bed had a diabolical streak a mile wide. Well, he was okay with this kind of perversion. As long as she didn’t mind a premature blastoff. “I’m fairly keyed up right now.”

Dark brows jerked up and her hand fell back to the bed. “I’d better be careful, then.”

Lifting his hands, he offered up the bundle of fabric. “Help me out?”

Darla raked him with a heavy-lidded gaze. “Not yet.”

Before he could protest, she stood and covered his nipple with that ripe, hot mouth and sucked. Hard. His hips jerked and his arms flailed as much as his restraints would allow. She murmured soft words of sexy nonsense into the hair between his pecs, then gave him an appreciative nuzzle. Jake groaned aloud when she laid claim to his other nipple. She laved it, sucking the sensitized skin into her mouth and tonguing him exactly the way he wanted to do her. Then, sweet Jesus, she bit him hard enough to make him pump his hips against the fucking air in hopes of getting some relief.

The moment she let him go, he fell on her. They toppled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and twist of unshed clothing. Darla’s soft curvy body was heaven pinned beneath him. She gasped then groaned as he lined his dick up with the sweet notch between her legs. He took her mouth again, drawing her lips against his and running his tongue along her top one as they parted. All thoughts of finesse fled. The only thing that mattered to him was burying himself deep inside her.

Their tongues swirled and parried, each thrust matching the grinding rhythm of his hips. She panted and moaned, writhing beneath him.

“Pull your dress up.” He kissed her deeply, ensuring his order couldn’t be countermanded.

Darla did as she was told.

Pressing fevered kisses along her jawline, he thrust against the slick fabric of her panties in a mindless frenzy. Praying for a second lightning strike, he decided to push his luck to the very limit. “Push my pants down.”

The hands moving restlessly from his nape to his ass stilled, but only for a second. She started to work his pants and briefs down over his hips while continuing to push against him, creating the most maddening friction he’d ever felt.

“Stop. Wait.” His chest heaved against the soft pillow of hers. Frustration sparked from every synapse as he dropped his forehead to the bed beside her. He yanked as hard as he could, willing to sacrifice the shirt if it meant he’d have freedom. Unfortunately, he was thwarted by quality craftsmanship. Pushing up onto his knees, he surrendered the last of his dignity. “There’s a condom in my pants pocket.”

Darla didn’t waste any time plunging her hand into one, then the other pocket, but he wasn’t home free. She turned her head toward his, but he refused to relinquish his view of the comforter. “I thought you weren’t expecting to sleep with me tonight?”

He heaved a sigh that traveled from his toes on up. “I wasn’t expecting, but a guy can hope.”

Lucky for him, Darla seemed inclined to accept his logic. In short order, she had the condom in hand and he had his pants constraining his thighs even more than his shirt held his hands. He would have vowed vengeance on every article of clothing he owned if he hadn’t heard a very promising crinkle and tear.

He yanked on the shirt sleeves again. “Jesus, Darla, help me out here.”

“I’m trying. Hold still,” she commanded. But instead of going to work on his cuffs, she rolled the cap of the condom over the head of his dick.

Jake hissed as if he’d been scalded, then pushed into her grip, helping as much as a helpless man could when a beautiful woman had him almost where he most wanted to be. “Please. Oh, shit, please.”

“Please what?” she asked, stroking him so gently he almost lost himself entirely.

“Please anything. Everything.” He lifted his head when he felt her shift beneath him. Pressing up further, he saw her hook a finger under the elastic leg of her panties and pull them aside. “What? Oh, God,” he groaned, knowing there was no way in the heavens or on earth he’d be able to resist what she was offering. “But I—”

“Later, you can kiss me some more. Lick me, too,” she offered with a magnanimous smile. Then she hooked a leg over his and urged him down onto her. “But for now, I’d say this seems fair.”

She was hot and slick. Ready even though he’d done nothing to get her there. Gritting his teeth, he sank into her, feeling the brush of her hand along his length as she held her panties well out of the way. Red panties with white stars on a field of blue along the edges. His mind whirred as he lay buried deep inside her, surrounded by her warmth. He swallowed hard, trying to regain a modicum of control. But then he recalled a glimpse of a pair of winged W’s printed on the bunched fabric of her panties and all the pieces fell into place. Peeling his chest off hers, he peered down at the spot where their bodies joined, then back up at her face.

Searching her eyes, he marshaled the strength to ask what he feared might become the most important question of his life. “Are you wearing Wonder Woman underpants?”

She gave breathless laugh then a tiny shrug. “Date night.”

Then, Jake Dalton, the man who believed wholeheartedly in moderation and self-control, came completely unraveled.

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