Page 30 of Abducted

He smiled, slow and sexy, against her mouth. “Damn, you feel so good, Lana,” he ground out. He lifted her higher. His rhythm was urgent, filling a need they’d both been suffering from. With every withdrawal, she grasped him frantically, begging for more, for him to come back.

He plunged in deep, long strokes, stretching her, completing her. Her climax was building, her head spinning. Everything fell away around them. She locked her ankles at the small of his back. His mouth came down on her throat; her head fell back against the wall. At the touch of his slick tongue against the column of her neck, she came. She cried out on every hard, jolting spasm. Her body tightened against his shaft. Her own throbbing ebbed away until she lay limp against his chest.

His hands caressed her backside, where he supported her weight. The tickle of his touch was rough on her sensitive flesh. A giggle caught in her throat and she squirmed.

She’d just had sex with Cal.

Mind-blowing, rough, against-the-wall sex. Her cheeks were on fire. She pressed her face into the safety of the crook of his neck, afraid to look at him.

He peeled her away from the wall, still joined with her. Cradling her body against his, he walked to the bed and laid her down on the sheets, the covers still thrown back from when she had gotten out.

“That was amazing.” His voice was mischievous, teasing. He came down on top of her, one hand on either side of her face, staring her down, not letting her hide. A gleam through the window bathed them in light, revealing his face. He was still inside her, his weight pressing him deeper and deeper. His thumbs brushed her temples, waiting for her response.

She nodded. A small, shy smile tightened her lips.

He laughed. “Shy all of a sudden? I never thought I’d see you speechless.”

She pinched him. “I’m not speechless—I’m stunned.” She chuckled. One hand lay lax against her chest, the other on Cal’s shoulder. Her heart beat steadily against her palm. She hadn’t done much, but then she hadn’t needed to.

Cal laughed. “I like stunning you. But I’m nowhere near done.”

“I thought you…”

“Came?” He finished easily. She bit her lip. He was so vocal and unashamed. “No way. I want this nice and slow. That against the wall was because you needed it like that. Now I want to enjoy every minute of watching you come.”

He rocked gently against her. She gasped. Her legs fell open, welcoming more of him. His mouth pressed softly to hers, not the insistent need that had been there only moments before, but patient, leisurely. Her tongue mingled with his, the feel of his wetness in her mouth and her own wetness as he moved steadily in and out intoxicating her. He left her mouth to trail kisses down her face, to her throat.

Her insides coiled, the burning sensation surged through her body. She matched his thrusts, needing another release, but he slowed. She panted, her mouth dry.

“Not yet, honey. Slow down.” He took her nipple into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. Her hips convulsed, her insides tightening like a guitar string.

“Cal, I need you.” Her voice trembled.

A curse fell from his lips, as if her begging had undone him. He slid into her, long, even strokes until she clutched him, suspended over the abyss of pleasure. She shook from the constant friction of him rocking into her, giving her what she so desperately needed. Her release didn’t come as fast and hard as the last. This time she spiraled higher and higher until her voice broke, until her body vibrated as she fell down to earth. His shoulders bunched beneath her hands, his body rigid as his orgasm grew. She clung to him, hanging on as he groaned her name against her ear, his body going lax in her arms.

His breath was warm and shallow against her ear. She inhaled deep, breathing in his musky scent. She could stay like this forever, her arms around him, his face pressed into her, their bodies joined as one. He stirred and pushed himself up to look down at her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The rough pad of his thumb spread over her bottom lip. She kissed the tip of it.

“God, no. That was…perfect.” His free hand toyed with the skin on her shoulder.

“Mmm…perfect, huh?” His smile revealed his even, white teeth. She nipped his thumb with her own teeth. Pulling it away, he replaced it with a soft kiss to her mouth. He pushed himself off her, separating them, and went to the bathroom to clean up. She met him on his way back into the bedroom. His hand squeezed her naked backside as she walked by.

“If you choose to walk around naked, I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself,” he cautioned.

She slipped into the bathroom, and behind the safety of the partially shut door, a giggle erupted. Keep his hands to himself? He could touch her anywhere, anyhow, in any way, and she would never refuse. She took a cloth from the counter and cleaned up from their lovemaking. It had been sex. Just sex. Casual sex was a part of Cal’s life. He had said he couldn’t promise forever. Did that mean he promised for now? She would take it. Would he be waiting in the bed, or had he collected his clothes so he could sleep on the couch as planned?

When she finished, she entered the dark bedroom and inched toward the bed. A big, solid lump rested smack-dab in the middle.

Cal.

Carefully, in case he was sleeping, she lifted the covers and slid under them, facing him on her side. He lay on his back, his broad, muscled chest just visible above the top of the blanket, his arm drawn over his head.

Fatigue settled into her bones, her eyes got heavy and her body tired. Cal shifted, and his arm slid under her shoulders and pulled her to his side. She settled her cheek on his chest, her leg thrown over his thighs, her hand rested over his heart. His hand came down to cover hers.

Satisfaction tugged at her lips. She hadn’t known this had been missing from her life, hadn’t realize the vast hole that had left her incomplete, until Cal had come along and filled it. It might not be forever, but for now, he was hers.

Sleep tugged at her until she gave in, surrounded by Cal’s warmth.