She breathed his name. “Stand up. Please.”
He obeyed, and she moved to her knees. He cupped her breasts, her chest rising and falling faster and faster as she reached out and tugged at the waist of his towel. The moment the material loosened, she tossed it aside, baring his entire length.
“So hard,” she praised, grazing her knuckles from the head to the base. “So big.”
“That’s what you do to me.”
“Let’s see what else I can do to you.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood beside him. He fit his hands around her waist. If she desired another location, to another location they would go. But she pressed against his shoulders, urging him to sit.
As he gripped the comforter, she slowly lowered herself onto his lap and straddled his legs. Her core, hot and drenched, brushed against his shaft, and he hissed in a breath.
“I need you to move, baby.”
“Like this?” She slid up, up languidly, then slid down, down slowly.
“Faster.”
She went even slower.
He groaned, and she laughed with feminine power.
“I like seeing you tormented.”
He bucked his hips up, trying to change her rhythm. When he failed, he rasped, “Faster, baby. You’ll like it.”
“I like it now.”
“Baby...”
“Feel free to stuff any complaints into my suggestion box.”
Deciding to fight dirty, he reached between her legs and speared two fingers deep inside her, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her. “This box?”
She gasped. Down, down she slid, slow, so slow, purring her delight.
He removed his fingers, the moisture she surrendered nearly his undoing.
“Beck.”
With his gaze locked on hers, he licked his flesh clean.
Fire blazed in her heavy-lidded eyes. She trailed her hands up her stomach, kneaded her breasts, pinched her nipples, then burrowed through her mass of hair to remove her ponytail band.
Could come just watching her.
She lifted the dark locks high, higher, then dropped them, the ends falling over him, caressing. Ecstasy and agony.
She was a fantasy, her undulations growing more and more frantic. “I have to... Soon... Dying... Beck, please! It’s been too long.”
“I’ll take care of you.” He pulled her in for a soul-wrenching kiss, their tongues rolling, their bodies grinding together. He’d come soon, could already feel the first sizzle of satisfaction blistering the base of his shaft.
He twisted and tossed her to her back. A gasp from her, those slumberous eyes finding him and begging him to finish her. He was tempted, so damn tempted to take her bare, something he’d never done with another.
“Are you on the pill?”
She shook her head, inky tendrils tangling together.
“I’d like you consider it.” He swiped a condom from his bag, sheathed his length in latex. “I’m clean. I get tested every six months, was tested recently, in fact, but I’ll get tested again. If you’re on the pill, there won’t have to be anything between us.”
“I would like that,” she said and moaned. She arched her hips. “I don’t mean to tell you how to do your job, really I don’t, but if you don’t stop talking and get inside me I’m going to cold-blooded murder you!”
“Complaints can go in my—”
“Beck!”
His chuckle was a dark promise as he hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her hips. With enough force to rattle the entire bed, he slammed all the way into her. The pleasure... It was almost more than he could bear, but he did it again and again, moving in and out of his woman. Because he had to, because he couldn’t tolerate the thought of doing anything else.
The headboard banged against the wall. The pictures shook. He pounded harder, need driving him, obsession and addiction hanging on for the ride, a promise of more.
She gasped his name, writhing and thrashing.
“Let me watch you.” He pressed his thumb against her sweet spot and, just like that, she erupted, screaming, trembling, squeezing his shaft from base to tip.
He slowed his thrusts, sinking in a mere inch at a time. “Nice and easy now.” Sweat trickled down his temples as he plucked at her nipples.
“Beck,” she gasped, the pleasure in her voice hitting his system with the strength of an entire bottle of whiskey. She hadn’t yet come down from her climax, and the new pace drove her straight into another, her belly quivering, her core drenching him with electric heat. “It’s...it’s... Oh, oh! I can’t stop. It’s not stopping.”
Her back arched, sending him deeper, and as he hit as far as he could go, his control finally snapped. Nice and easy? No longer possible. He hammered at her with everything he had.
A knock sounded at the door.
Had he locked it? He couldn’t remember, just knew he would kill anyone who stepped through it.
He hammered, hammered, hammered, the bed rocking, rocking, the pictures banging, banging.
Another knock rang out. A woman’s voice seeped through the cracks, “Harlow?”
The thought of getting caught must have thrilled a secret part of his naughty beauty because she shot straight into another climax, and this time she milked him hard enough to send him over the edge of pleasure...pleasure that consumed him from head to toe. He roared, pouring every drop of tension into the condom, his muscles clenching and unclenching, the fire in his veins at last cooling.