Page 72 of The Love Scam
and squirmed and brought herself to orgasm while he watched, while she showed him exactly what she liked and how she liked it, and he’d never, not ever, seen anything hotter. When her fingers stopped, his did, too, and she gasped for breath. When she relaxed and opened her eyes to look at him, he darted in close and licked at her clit once, twice, and then sucked it into his mouth, and she fell into another orgasm, her thighs clenching around his head
“Rake! Ah, God, ah-ah-ah!”
as she shook through it. Then her thighs relaxed and she seized him by the shoulders and hauled him up.
“You now. You, please, I need to feel you, you have to be inside me, you have to, I want to do that to you, I want you to come as hard as I did, now, Rake, right now.”
It took, at rough estimate, a thousand years to get the condom on. But it was, finally, and then he was slipping into her, and thankGodfor the condom, or they would have been done, it would have been over. She was wet and delightfully tight, hot and smooth and luscious exactly where he needed her to be, and her legs came up and locked around his waist
“Harder. Please, Rake—more. More.”
and he could have wept in relief. He knew enough about her teenage years to worry about doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, but Delaney goddamnownedher sexuality and had no problem telling him what she needed.
So he surged forward, and her moan was like music; hepulled out and slammed back in, and did it again, and again, and her hips met his every thrust. The headboard was thumping and the DND sign wasn’t on the door and he gave not a shit; the Sistine Chapel Choir could have stormed the room and started vocal warm-ups and he couldn’t have stopped.
“It’s so good,” she groaned beneath him. “Rake. That’s so good.”
“Yes,” he managed. “Perfect. You’re perfect. God, I adore you.”
Her eyes widened. “No. You don’t—you can’t. It’s okay, you— Ah!” She whimpered a little and tightened her grip. “You don’t have to say nice things.”
“Shut up. I do. You—ah—God—” And that was it, he was tumbling over the edge and no turning back. He felt his eyes roll back as his orgasm burned through him, felt her shudder against him as he filled the condom, as she found one last orgasm.
He didn’t want to. But it was necessary, and, for the first time, the worst part of the sex act: pulling out, pulling away.
Normally he didn’t care. Normally it was a relief: He’d come, she’d come, they’d had a good time, and he could think again. With other partners, this was usually the time he felt affectionate and grateful toward the lady in question.Did she want to stay? Great, they’d watch TV. Did she want to go? Great, he’d help her get dressed and call a cab. Did she want to spend the night? Great, they’d snuggle and snooze.
He wanted Delaney to stay, and not for aFargomarathon. He wanted her to stay forever.
And of course, that was never an option. He knew that before he knew what color her nipples were.
She waited as he got rid of the condom and, when heclimbed back into bed, curled up into his side. His arm went around her at once.
(Thank God! A cuddler!)
“Mmmmm. Normally I don’t get off so fast. Been wanting you for days,” she mumbled.
“Oh? Uh, me either. I’m not normally that fast. Definitely. Slow and steady wins the race, that’s normally my— Ow! God, you fuck like an angel and pinch like a witch.”
“Shut up,” she said into his bicep, and wriggled closer.
“That was wonderful. You’re wonderful. The most—” He stopped himself.
“Words out of my mouth,” she murmured, then yawned. “Jeez. Sorry. I’m not usually like this.”
Yes, well, having a guilty conscience is probably exhausting. He couldn’t say that to her, though, even if it was true. Not now, when she was small and vulnerable and trusting against him. “Go to sleep,” he said, and kissed her.
She did.
Forty-one
Where was she?
Was it safe?
The door. Or even a window. If she could look out. If she could see. Then she’d know.
Oh but what if it was the apartment in Manhattan or the farmhouse in Wyoming? What if there were hard hands groping in the dark, yanking her from sleep?
