"Jeezzzus!"His hands came down to grip her head and his hips drove forward, pumping himself deeper into the hot, slick depths. He pulled back, then pressed forward again.
And her lips clung and her cheeks hollowed and those beautiful almond-shaped, slanted cat eyes continued to stare up at him.
Panic bloomed. He was minutes, probably seconds if he were to be honest, from losing it entirely and using her like some back-alley hooker.
So what?whispered the devil sitting on his shoulder.Does she look reluctant to you?
Man, that is so not the point,his better self argued.This is Peej, for God's sake. The little girl who thought sex sounded like one great big ick factor.
Oh, buddy,the devil cackled.That's no little girl down there sucking your-
He pulled himself free. Took a hasty, mother-may-I-worthy giant step backward.
For a second her mouth retained its openmouthed oval. Then, closing it, she blinked up at him. Her tongue came out to slick over her lips and it was all he could do not to groan.
"What?" she demanded, looking up at him all sleepy-eyed. "Why did we stop?"
"I, uh." His mind blanked out for a minute. Then he gave himself a mental shake. "I don't want to get off all by myself. It's time for a little togetherness."
"Ooh." She wiggled in place. "I can work with that." Flopping back onto the pillows, she crooked a finger at him. "C'mere, big boy."
He dropped down over her, but immediately pushed up onto his palms and toes on the mattress when he felt her skin, all silky and warm against his own. Still his erection brushed the cleft between her legs and even with her shorts as a protective barrier he knew he had to do something fast or lose what tiny vestige of authority he had left over the situation. Pushing back to kneel between her sprawled legs, he reached down to unzip her Bermudas. She raised her hips to help facilitate their removal. She helped again when he stripped off her little sleeveless blouse and removed her panties.
But when he ignored her invitation to come lie in her arms, and bent instead to bestow a gentle kiss against her inner thigh, she moved restively and said, "Don't."
He raised his head. "Huh?"
"You said you were ready for some togetherness. Well, let's have it." She held up her arms. "Lay on me. I want to feel you inside me."
"I'm gonna get to that," he agreed, a too-familiar alarm itching along his nerve endings. "In one second." As soon as he took the edge off for her. Just one little orgasm-he didn't plan to go overboard here-and then he'd do whatever she asked. His hands sliding up the juncture of her thighs until he could part her slick, dewy folds with his thumbs, he lowered his head again.
The next thing he knew the sole of her foot had slapped against the ball of his shoulder and she'd straightened her leg with a snap. He flew over onto his back. Shaking his hair out of his eyes, he pushed up on his elbow. "What the hell, Peej?"
"I said,don't." She scrambled to sit up, grabbing a pillow that she hugged to her chest. "I'm so tired of this shit, J."
"Huh?"he demanded as if he didn't understand. But his heart thundered in his chest.
"I don't need my tank topped off half a dozen times before we get to the down and dirty, you-inside-of-me good stuff. I don't want ten perfect orgasms from Johnny Stud, I want one goddamn real one with the real you-a you who justonce it would be nice to see as out of control as I am."
His blood roared in his ears, his breath stopped up in his lungs and his heart tried to pound its way out of his chest. He feared if he looked down at his hands he'd see them shaking.
Well, to hell with that. He was damned if he'd let her reduce him to the messed-up teenager he'd worked so hard to leave behind. "Let me get this straight-me wanting to get you off is abad thing?"
"It is when it's all about you being in control!"
His gut churning out enough acid to dissolve a navy tanker, he sat up. "What are you, a shrink now? Where do you get this shit?" He forced a laugh. "Control, my ass. You take a course in Psychobabble 101 or something?"
Flinging aside her pillow, she rolled up onto her knees. Naked, with that petite stature, narrow frame and barely there little breasts, she should have looked like a child.
She didn't.
She might be diminutive but an Amazon warrior couldn't have displayed more power. Conviction radiated off her in waves as she looked him in the eye.
"What do you call it, Jared, when you insist on giving me a set number of orgasms before allowing yourself your one?" She knee-walked a little closer. "You think if you do me, if you make me scream and moan, I won't notice that we're not really together in this?" She moved closer yet. "You think I won't notice that while you're making me come and come and come you're holding yourself back?" She jabbed him in the sternum. "Don't tellme you don't have control issues-I've been on the receiving end of them! And you know what I think?"
"No, but I'm just fucking breathless to hear."
"I think you're scared. Of what, I don't know, but-"
"That's bullshit!" he shot back and, whipping out an arm, jerked her to him. "You want me out of control, Peej? Fine. I'll show you out-of-control." And, lowering his head, he slammed his mouth down on hers, laying a kiss on her that was all teeth and tongue and brain-hazed sexuality.
She went up in flames in his arms and within minutes he was flat on his back, deep inside of her with his hands on her tits as she rode him like a rodeo queen, her head flung back and her nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel his testicles drawing up and a climax building at the base of his dick, and he brought a hand down from her breast to delve between her legs for her clitoris. But he had a feeling it was too little, too late, that he was about to get off without her.
As he felt his vision beginning to blur and his hips starting to lift her clear off her knees with the force of his mindless thrusting, however, she suddenly whispered something that was either an imprecation or a prayer. Then the tight sheath gripping his erection compressed around him like a satin-lined fist. Thrusting high one last time, he gritted his teeth and went off like a rocket.
A second later P.J. collapsed upon his chest, boneless as a sleeping child, and he wrapped her in his arms. Damn. He didn't feel half bad. Letting go hadn't been as traumatic as he'd expected. And basking in that lack of tension, he should have simply held her and enjoyed the afterglow.
But the hit his ego had taken with her analysis of his motives fostered a tiny kernel of discontent. Perhaps that was what set up the dichotomy between his hands and his mouth, because the two seemed to be receiving different messages. And while the former rubbed her back in soothing circles, the latter muttered, "There. Happy now? You won. I conceded control."
He wished the words back the minute they left his mouth. But it was too late, for she went from soft and malleable to stiff as a statue in his arms. Without a word she sat up, dislodging him from his snug berth inside of her, and climbed from the bed.
Her silence was a roar that beat against his eardrums as, without so much as a glance in his direction, she gathered up her clothes, strode into the bathroom and closed the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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AFTER THE CONCERT the following night P.J. lay in her bed in the stateroom she shared with Nell. "Men are scum," she informed the ceiling she couldn't see in this small, dark hour of the morning. The bus tires hummed with a whoosh-thump, whoosh-thump rhythm as they crossed a bridge. "Well, okay, maybe not scum. But big ol' pains in the butt for sure."