Page 61 of Heart of Danger
She huffed out a little breath, but maybe because he was lying on her with his full weight. If he were a gentleman, he’d lift his torso up off her and take his weight on his forearms. But no one had ever accused him of being a gentleman. And besides, he didn’t think his arms would support the weight. Every muscle he had except the one buried deep inside her was lax and loose, as if all his tendons had been cut.
“Do I look like I’m hurting?”
“Tell me no,” he insisted. It was suddenly really important to him to hear her say it. “Say the words. I need them. There wasn’t much foreplay—any foreplay actually—and you were so tight.”
Another upturning of full lips, more a smile this time. Her lips were red and swollen. Watching them made him hard. Harder. He swelled inside her and her eyes opened wide in shock. “Wow. From a smile?”
“Just your breathing does it for me,” he croaked. “Try it.”
“Try what?”
“Breathing.”
Those gorgeous eyes rolled. “Mac, I’ve been breathing all along.”
“No, no.” Man, this was fun. The teasing tone, the sense of closeness. Well, theywereclose, he was buried deeply inside her. But he’d never had this sense of togetherness, ever. “Do it. Take a deep breath. See what happens.”
“Okay.” A sigh and another roll of the eyes, indulging the nut case. She drew in a deep breath, held it, let it out. And oh, fuck me if it didn’t lift her breasts more tightly against his chest. He slid a little more deeply into her while his dick got another infusion of blood. Her eyes widened. “Whoa.”
“Tell me about it.” His hands cradled her head as he bent down to her, nose to nose. “I’m not too sure what to call this. Sex seems so…so banal.”
A startled laugh came out of her. “Banal? Did you just say banal?”
“Yeah. I think we’re going to have to come up with some other name for it, for what we just did. Like ‘mex’ or ‘shex’. Shex would do it because it’s a mix of sex and hex. Because you are not convincing me that was natural.”
“I don’t know.” Her head moved and her small nose wrinkled. “It sure smells natural.”
Yeah. He was sweating like a pig and she was drenched in his come. The smell of sex was so strong it almost overrode her natural scent. Something hot flashed in his mind—the image of his scent penetrating her, his cells sinking into hers, making him part of her forever.
“No, no , it was something else.” Mac dropped his forehead onto hers. “We’ll figure out a word. Can we do it again?”
This time the laugh was loud, coming from her belly, sleek and flat against him. Her entire body laughed and she was irresistible.
He stopped smiling, bent to kiss her, opening her mouth with his, stroking her tongue with his, and his cock swelled even more and he started moving in her. You couldn’t have stopped him with a gun to his head.
“Ahh,” she breathed into his mouth and lifted to meet his strokes.
Mac’s hands moved down her side to clutch her hips, grateful that some reason remained as he tried not to grip hard. He had strong hands and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt this woman.
They moved into a perfect rhythm, his hands holding her hips, her heels riding his back. Slow strokes at first, moving easily in her. She was small but he’d pumped all the fluids in his body into her so there was lubrication.
Maybe some of it was hers? God, he hoped so.
Catherine dug her fingernails into his shoulders, lifting herself against him and he speeded up, moving fast and hard now, his bed creaking heavily. It wasn’t just the bed making sounds. Their mouths as he kissed her at every possible angle, both of them breathing heavily, his dick sliding in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder…
She stilled, her entire body going stiff and arched her head back, eyes closed, mouth in a small O. A faint rose underlay the paleness of her skin, darker over her cheekbones. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen at that moment, an almost otherworldly beauty.
She gave a cry, her back arched and she convulsed around him in sharp pulses that echoed his heartbeat and on one of those beats he came, just like that. No forewarning again, from one beat to the next his body simply going into overdrive.
“God you’re beautiful,” he breathed, the words coming out of him unbidden when he could speak again. Not a compliment but something so very true it had to be said, acknowledged.
“I think I’m going to turn your accusation around,” she murmured. “I’m sure you drugged me, did something to me.”
He’d done something to her, all right. A lot of it. She looked wiped. Her arms had fallen away limply, as if she no longer had the strength to hold him, where during sex she’d held on tightly.
He was still hard. Amazing. He had stamina but not like this. This felt like he’d plugged into some universal power source, because he could go on and on and on, forever. Or that’s what it felt like. He was still inside her, ready for round three. And four and five. But she did look tired and between his ever-ready dick and her wellbeing, Catherine’s well-being won out, hands down.
He placed his hands flat on the bed, pushing his torso up. It was harder that he would have thought. It wasn’t just that he’d used up a lot of his energy but it was also that his body didn’t want to leave hers, not in any way. Not even separating his chest from her breasts. And further below, his dick was screamingAre you crazy? You want out of here? What’s the matter with you?
