Page 60 of Heart of Danger
Right now he was incapable of carrying his own weight let alone hers, too. He was about to collapse to the floor when a warning bell sounded in his hollow head. Collapsing to the floor with Catherine in his arms could hurt her. He wouldn’t collapse in a controlled fall like they practiced in training, rolling and curling to absorb the shock. No, he’d simply drop where he stood, falling straight on top of the slight, soft woman in his arms.
He’d hurt her.
He shuddered at the thought. He’d rather be shot in the face at point blank range.
Mac took one step toward his bed—two steps would have been beyond him—and followed her down, still inside her, still kissing her.
It was so intense he had to lift his mouth from hers so that huge electric buzzing could stop for a second. Then he missed it and buried his face in the cloud of hair around her head and simply breathed her in.
Even when he stopped coming inside her the intensity of the climax was still there. His dick felt raw, surrounded by tight heat, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He was lying on her small, smooth body, probably crushing her but there was no energy to lift himself up to take some of his weight on his elbows. And abandoning the feel of her along his chest—nope. Not going to happen.
He lay like that, gasping for breath, buried deep inside her, her long slender legs wrapped around his thighs for a century or two, the thermonuclear blast of orgasm dying slowly, though he still had spots in front of his eyes.
Bits of him came back as he slowly regained consciousness and he became aware of parts of him that weren’t his dick.
Nose, buried in her hair. It smelled faintly of fruit and spring and was thick and soft and warm against his face. Her breasts, crushed beneath his chest, feeling incredibly soft against him, rubbing lightly against him as she breathed. Silky legs along his side, hugging him.
And then back to the biggie—his dick. Oh god, he was never getting out of her little sex, ever again. She held him tightly in a molten hot embrace.
Had she come? Who knew? He’d nearly passed out with the pleasure, barely inside his own skin, too blasted to wonder about her.
Maybe he should find out?
“You—” Only air came out. Jesus, he’d lost the power of speech. He cleared his throat, tried again. “You okay?”
She arched her back a little, sliding against him and a blast of heat ran through him.
Against his thighs he could feel her wriggle her toes and she drummed her fingers against his back. “I think so,” she breathed. “Extremities are working.”
Okay. Step two. “Did you—did you come?” Mac meant to make it sound like a normal question and tried to sound matter of fact. It came out a wounded growl.
In answer, her sex clenched around him and his dick moved inside her, like a little dance.
“Mmm.”
He was still hard as a rock inside her but a little bit of blood was returning to his body. He lifted his head enough to see her face. She was in profile, like some cameo. Eyes closed, long lashes against her high cheekbones. Pink and perfect, those pillowy lips were slightly upturned, thank you God. That was in anyone’s books a smile. Or at least half a smile.
He drew in a deep breath, and felt her breasts and belly slide against him. He closed his eyes then opened them. “I think we should talk, but I don’t think I can pull out. Just not an option.”
His dick had a mind of its own and nodded enthusiastically inside her. It was rewarded with another small clench. That was a yes. They were talking with their sexes.
Fine by him.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Let’s talk.”
“Wow.” It came out in a rush. “I don’t know what that was but I saw fucking colors. It was sex but it was more than sex. I felt like I was inside your head and I can tell you it blew my mind. Are you sure you didn’t cast a spell? Did you inject me with something? I don’t mind, I just want to know. And let me say very sincerely I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, but I have no idea if it was because I was too busy dying there to pay much attention. So can you tell me what just happened?”
Her eyes opened, cast a look his way. Man, silver eyes were the way to go. He couldn’t even remember another eye color. “I have no idea what just happened,” she whispered. “It was, um, completely new to me.”
Oh Christ. Mac pulled out just a little—a teeny bit because his dick definitely did not want to face the cold cruel world outside Catherine’s body—then slid back in. Jesus. Tight. Very tight. Very very tight.
He swallowed. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked in horror. “Or were a virgin?”
That earned him a small smile. “No. Rest easy.” A small hand came up, caressed the scarred side of his face then dropped back to the mattress. “Whoa. I’m wiped.”
Tell me about it.
“Did I hurt you?”
