Raine sat up and stared at his body. His wiry muscles were so long and lean and elegantly proportioned. To say nothing of the thick, engorged penis that bobbed enticingly in front of him. “Good morning,” she replied, suddenly shy. Wild woman inside her was jumping up and down, pointing to his fierce erection, and saying, Mine. That's mine, and I want it. Give it to me. Now” She struggled to express the impulse in socially acceptable terms, but her brain wasn't functioning very well. She gestured towards his groin. “Seth. Do you want to, um—”
“Of course. But you're new to this, and we went at it like a couple of minks last night. I don't want to overdo it. I'm not a total maniac.”
“I am,” she said baldly.
His eyes lit up with hungry anticipation, “It won't be sweet or soft. That's not where I'm at right now.”
The words hung between them, a blunt warning, and a challenge.
“That's all right,” she said. “That's not where I'm at, either.”
Wild woman capered and howled with delight as he grabbed a condom from the shrinking stash on the bed stand, ripped it open and smoothed it over himself. He grabbed her ankles, dragging her until her bottom was at the edge of the bed, then pushed her onto her back. He spread her thighs up, folding her wide open like a full-blown flower.
His hands gripped her knees, opening her. His eyes bored into hers. “I don't want you to go back to that asshole's office today.”
He was seeking to assert dominance over her with his fierce masculine energy, but his vain efforts just aroused her more. “I'm sorry you feel that way,” she said. She gripped his arms, pulling him down to her. “Come on, Seth. Don't be coy.”
“Open up for me,” he said softly. “All the way. Ankles for earrings.” He pushed her thighs still wider and spread the lips of her sex open delicately with his fingertips. “Perfect. Show me that sweet sexy thing, all buttered up just for me.”
“I'm ready,” she urged him, arching her back.
“I know you are, sweetheart. I've got your sex juice all over my face.” He slid his hand beneath her bottom and gently nudged the blunt tip of him inside her. “God, look at you.”
“Do it,” she snapped. “Don't be a tease.”
She cried out at his first deep thrust, but not in pain. He stopped, alarmed. “You OK?”
She yanked him closer. “I'm fine, I'm great. I love it. Please, Seth.”
“You got it,” he muttered. “Nothing fancy today, sweetheart.”
He gave her exactly what she wanted, a deep, surging rhythm that caressed every part of her swollen, aching sex, to her very depths. He arched over her, the thick, heavy muscles of his shoulders taut and corded, his face rigid with concentration. Sobbing breaths gasped out of her with each plunge, and she clutched his arms and urged him on. Neither wanted anything other than that rhythm, just more of it. Hotter and faster, deep and furious and relentless, until they both exploded.
He collapsed and draped himself over her, trembling. “My God,” he said. “It's always like this with you. It scares me.”
She reached down and ran her fingers lazily through his sweat-dampened hair. “What scares you?”
He pulled out of her and folded down to his knees, hooking his arms under her legs. He clasped her hips in his arms and rested his head on her belly. “You're scaring me,” he mumbled.
“Seth,” she murmured, wiggling. “I'm all wet.”
“Yeah, and I want to rub it all over myself. Your perfume makes me crazy with lust” He inhaled, a deep, hungry whiff. She giggled at his foolishness. “I told you, I don't wear perfume.”
“I'm not talking about perfume from a bottle. I'm talking about your perfume. All the scented things you use, soap and lotion and stuff, they add to the mix, but they're only overtones. The basic perfume is like—” he stopped, burying his nose in her navel and breathing deeply, “—like a cross between honey and violets. Violets after a rainstorm. But warmer, hotter. Softer. Mix the smell of sex into it, and I'm a dead man.”
She struggled up onto her elbows and gazed at him, touched. “Why, Seth. You're a poet,” she said softly.
He looked alarmed. “No way. I'm just stating the plain facts. They just happen to sound poetic by accident.”
“Oh. I see,” she murmured. “God forbid that I should think you had a lyrical, poetic side “
He scowled at her as he pulled off the condom, wrapped it up and disposed of it. “Yeah,” he muttered suspiciously.
“God forbid.”
Raine sat up, gathering her courage. “Seth, next time—”
“What? What did I do wrong this time?”
She was startled by the sharp edge in his voice. “Nothing at all,” she said hastily. “You did everything incredibly right. I just wondered if the next time you'd let me try ... um, you know.”
He shook his head. “I don't dare guess. Spit it out, sweetheart”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Oral sex” she whispered. “You're always doing it to me, and I'd like to try doing it to you. But I've never tried it. So I probably wouldn't be any good.”
When she finally opened her eyes, he was gazing at her with a look of almost comical dismay on his face. “God, Raine. You don't have to ask. Do whatever you want with me. Do that, and I'll be your slave. Anytime, anywhere, and I'm not kidding. Right now, if you want.”
She blushed, and shook her head. “I'm already late. Next time.”
“I won't let you forget.” He lunged on top of her, pinning her onto the bed. “There's just one more thing I have to know before we face the day. How do you like your eggs?”
She stared at him blankly. “Eggs? I don't have any eggs, Seth.”
“Sure you do. I got breakfast stuff last night, along with the deli stuff. Eggs and bacon and orange juice and toast and coffee. With real cream. You need to get some more meat on your bones.”
He looked so pleased with himself, she had to laugh. “You were feeling pretty confident last night, huh?” she asked, caressing his face.
“Don't hold it against me.” He rubbed his cheek against her hand like a cat, then grabbed it and kissed her palm. A warm, glowing feeling heated up her chest. It had been so long since she'd had any reason to feel happy in the morning.
She glanced at the clock, and winced. “Actually, it's really late. I'd better just pop into the shower and run. I have to—”
“They can goddamn well wait until you get some breakfast into you.” His voice cut harshly over hers. “You've been opening your veins for that place for weeks. Enough already.”
She was unnerved by his uncanny grasp of all the details of her life. “How do you figure that?” she asked hesitantly.
“All I have to do is look at you.”
She winced. “That bad, huh?”
“Cut it out,” he said. “You're drop-dead gorgeous and you damn well know it. But you need to eat more. And I'm the one who's driving you to work, anyhow. I'm not doing it until you eat.”
Her eyes wandered from his scowling gaze, down over his naked, gorgeous golden body. “Do you want to shower with me?” His frown vanished, and his gaze heated up. “Oh, yeah. Only more than I want to breathe. But you know exactly what would happen. And I want you to eat breakfast”
Sensual images rushed through her mind of soapy hands slipping and sliding over flushed skin, clouds of steam rising as he pinned her against the slippery tile. Hot water pouring,
pounding.
He backed away from her, shaking his head, “You are dangerous, babe. Go quick and take your shower, or I'll fuck you again right now.”
She scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stood beneath the stream of water, amazed and grateful to feel no residue of terror or grief from a nightmare clutching at her. She was rested and relaxed, her muscles loose, filled with energy. Joyful.