Page 58 of Damned
“Kee-rist!” Kruze hissed into the top of her sweaty head.
His hands were on her hips now. She’d curled into him when she came, her nether regions still gripping his cock, while the dance demanded more from them both. Another squeezing shudder roared through her, milking him. An answering thrust filled her womb, stretching her. The ultimate joining of two bodies the way Mother Nature demanded. He held her hips tightly to his cock, while her quivering body suckled every last drop he had to give.
Bree fell limp and sated onto his magnificent chest, her arms around his neck, her heart pounding like a herd of wild horses had been set loose in her chest. Oh, that poor heart. Loving Kruze had taken its toll.
But his pounded harder and louder than hers. She could hear it thundering beneath her ear. They were both slick with sweat, but she wasn’t cold. This was that magic moment. Like Paris before, time stood still, and all they really had was each other. Once again, they were truly one, their bodies combined into a perfect whole.
Kruze blew a heavy breath over her naked shoulders and back. Even that didn’t chill Bree, not with his big hands cupping her butt, and his much larger body keeping her warm. She was a precious pearl tucked inside his deliciously warm arms. Bree burrowed under his chin, dazed from the passion, and loving the musky scent of their lovemaking. Her body still clenched his with aftershocks.
Since the first time they’d laid eyes on each other, Bree had felt this same fierce animal craving between them. She’d been touring Paris, alone but having the time of her life, and falling in love with the charming City of Light and its people. After touring the Cathedral of Notre-Dame, she’d been on her way toGelati d’Aberto,an ice cream shop recommended by Francois, the handsome, flirty concierge at her hotel.
Like Kruze, Bree had been lost in the middle of a noisy throng of sightseers when she’d spotted his ruggedly handsome face. He’d been crossing the middle of the street, his dark glasses pushed up on his head. She couldn’t have missed him if she’d tried. He’d been so obviously an all-American male. Kruze was taller than most people and more rugged. His shoulders were broader, his stride longer, and he was always so darned sure of himself. But cunning had glinted in his emerald greens that day. He’d been the hunter in the middle of a herd of grass-eaters, and she’d been his nervous mate.
A visceral jolt of electricity had zipped up her spine at his audacious focus. He’d been so daring, had walked up to her, and without blinking, he’d taken her hand as if they’d already known each other. After their respective crowds of noisy sightseers had comingled, then drifted away, only Kruze and Bree were left standing on the street. Time had stood still then, too. She’d been a daring fool to think she could ever tame him. Did he have any idea what his leaving this time would do to her?
Oh, damn.Bree blew out a heated breath between her pursed, dry lips. They’d done it again.
“We… we didn’t…” she wheezed, then, at last, spit out, “condoms, Kruze. We didn’t use any protection.”
