Page 99 of Just Come Over
He worked her through it while she shook and gasped, tried to say his name, and couldn’t get the word out. Then he picked her up by the hips, lifted her, knocked the shoes off the top of the low shelf against the wall with a single kick, yanked it out with his heel, and put her on top of it. And she bent over, put her palms on the white wall, her legs shaking, and waited.
He didn’t even have to take off the thong, so he didn’t. He undid his zip, shoved the lace fabric of the thong aside, then had to put a finger inside her, just because there she was, so warm and wet, needing him so much. She closed around him, put the crown of her head against the wall, writhed some, and said,“Rhys.”
He wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he wanted to, once he was inside her. And he froze a second away from heaven. “Condom.”
“I don’t care. Do it now.”
He groaned. He’d been hard for so long, he ached, and all he wanted was to bury himself to the hilt in her. What he wanted from her was something savage, and he couldn’t care. “Birth control,” he got out. “I’m clean. I’m... I’ve been waiting. But...”
“I want you to get me pregnant,” she said, and his breath caught in his throat, the darkness surged, and he was holding her hips, parting her, shoving his way slowly inside. “I want you to fill me up,” she said, and it was nearly a sob. “Come inside me. Do it now.”
He did it. He couldn’t have done anything else. And she stood there in her heels and her pearls, braced herself against the wall, and took it.
And when the sound of his breath was ragged in his ears, when he had one hand pulling her hips back into him, the other one inside the front of her thong again, and felt her going up with him? He said, “Say my name. Tell me who I am.” His voice was ragged, torn to pieces, and so was everything inside him.
“Rhys.” It was barely a breath. “Rhys. I love you. I need you so much. Please. Do it now.”
After that, she didn’t say anything at all. She shook, she shuddered, and she took him in, so deep and so hard, until he was piercing to the heart of her.
A shade of red so dark, it was nearly black. Pleasure so sharp, it was nearly pain. An explosion so strong, he could hardly stand. And Zora underneath him, twisting, calling out with the force of it.
Nothing but sin.
They made it to bed eventually, but only because he carried her. He’d stripped off his clothes, finally, in the foyer, and when he put her on the bed, she was still in her shoes, her thong, and her pearls. She had her hand at the back of his neck, though, was pulling him down again, opening her mouth and welcoming the invasion of his tongue, the press of his big body over hers.
He levered himself off her at last, dropped a gentle kiss between her breasts, then was all the way down her body, slipping off first one black heel, then the other, and holding her feet in his hands.
“Red nail varnish,” he said, tracing his thumbs over her toes, making her shiver. “My favorite, but even darker. Even better.”
“Crimson,” she said. “I saw at the Chanel counter when I was buying my dress. I bought it for you. It’s called ‘Dragon.’”
His hands stilled. “You’re joking.”
“No. It cost too much. I bought it anyway.”
He grasped her left foot in one hand and pulled gently on each toe in turn. “Could hurt here. You aren’t used to a heel that high. Calves, too. Could have some cramp, eh.”
“Mm.” She sighed. “Feels so good. Do that some more.”
She could hear the smile in his voice, and his thumb was digging into the arch, making her moan with pleasure. “Seems to me you’ve said that to me before. I had a plan for tonight. I forgot it.”
“And you don’t do that.” She had her other foot on his shoulder, pushing off there, arching her back with the relief of it as he rubbed his way up her calf and set in to massage the tight muscle.
“No,” he said. “As soon as you kissed me, all I wanted was to be inside you.” He leaned forward, taking her leg with him, kissed her belly, then headed slowly on down, and she shuddered again. “I think you could come again right now.”
“Depends how good the... massage is,” she said. “Do the other foot. Please.”
Now, the amusement was right there on his dragon’s face. “Just because I love to please you,” he said, and set to work. Her toes, her arch, and her calf, taking his slow, sweet time, before he got his fingers under the skinny strap of the black lace thong and drew it down. He sighed, stroked his way down her thighs along with it, and said, “This was nice. This was what I wanted to see. I didn’t use a condom, though. I’m trying to be upset about that, and I can’t manage it. I don’t do that anymore, either. I reckon you’re going to have to take care of it, because I don’t seem to have enough control.”
“You think I didn’t mean it,” she said. He was kissing her inner thighs, the rasp of stubble on his jaw and the dark silk of his hair thrillingly alien against her skin. “But I did. I meant it.”
He came up on his elbows and stared at her, all his intensity back, before he pushed his way up her body, took her head in his hands, and said, “Tell me.”
“I can’t...” She tried to look away, but he was still holding her head. “I wanted everything. I can’t even explain.” She tried to laugh, and couldn’t do that, either. “You’re not even just in my heart. You’re in my belly.” She put a hand over it. “Like a Maori, eh. My feelings for you are all the way inside my body. Belly deep. And I want all of you in me. I know it’s too reckless. I know it would be all wrong, make everything too complicated again, and too hard. It’s mad, and I can’t help it. I want it anyway.”
He kissed her, slow and deep, then brushed his lips over one cheek, then the other, and said, “First time we made love, here in this bed, and I was still inside you, afterwards, I thought,You need to get out of her, mate, or you’ll get her pregnant,and I got this...” He sighed, then gave her one more gentle kiss. “This rush. Nearly out of control.”
“And you don’t do that anymore.” Her hands were stroking over his shoulders, down his arms, wanting to touch all of him.
