Page 60 of Breathe
“No,” she said. “You have to stay there. You’re sick, remember?” She leaned over him again. “You have to let me do everything.”
The feel of his crotch against hers, with only one piece of fabric between them, sent heat writhing up her torso. She sat down harder, and Kane snarled, “Dammit, Ellen!” and she kissed him and laughed, and he groaned, and she felt like a queen, able to control him with one shift of her hips.
She took his hands and put them under her blouse. In seconds, he’d found his way inside her bra and was stroking her nipples, and it was Ellen’s turn to gasp. She leaned back and took off the blouse, feeling as if she had the greatest rack in the world, because of the way he was looking at her.
Kane pulled down the straps of her bra. He took hold of her upper arms and pulled hard, so she fell forward and he could take one breast in his mouth.
Ellen lost the plot completely for a while. She didn’t know when she’d started sweating, when the feel of his equally slick skin had gotten so erotic, when sweeping her hair over his chest had started turning her on so much, when the skin of his hip had become so intimate, so utterly hers.
“What now?” he prompted, grinning, his hands on her hips. He gripped one strap of her underwear and pulled, hard. She cried out at the ripping sound, but then decided he had the right idea, and ripped the other side. The little bit of cotton disappeared.
Naked and feeling glorious and beautiful and powerful under his gaze, she said, “This,” and leaned sideways to open his bedside drawer to find the condoms she’d seen there. In her whole life she’d never been confident enough even to think about doing this herself, but now she slapped his hands away when he automatically reached for the packet, and put it on him, before shifting her hips and sitting down on him so accurately they both yelled.
She fell forward again and let him move her hips for her, lifting her up and down while Kane angled his head so he could kiss her more deeply. They caught each other’s moans, and Ellen felt herself melting and put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself while she rose and fell even more precisely. Kane lifted his hips just once and held there, and Ellen screamed and shuddered and laughed, and he tightened his grip on her hips and climaxed inside her, and she sat down as hard as she could and he laughed and gasped and relaxed.
Ellen fell on top of him, and he rolled her to her side while their heartbeats slowed. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said, as if she could have moved, and he was gone and back in seconds, gathering her back into his arms.
“So this is what knackered really means,” she murmured against his chest and, at peace for the first time in years, she slept.
