He broke their kiss with a curse and gritted his teeth around a growl. Halina pulled his head back and kissed him again, her hunger so fierce, his mind slipped into a euphoric haze. He melted into the sensations of loving her—the taste of her mouth, the sounds in her throat, the rock of her body.
He held her ass tight, thrusting carefully, each deeper than the last, urging her body to make room for him. Wished they were on a bed where his hands could touch her in ways that made her wet. Where his mouth could reach more places to taste her essence. Where he could stretch her thigh high to ease penetration.
He wanted her all, all at once. Wanted to breathe her, touch her, eat her, enter her all at the same time. Needed to be deep inside her. As deep as he could get. And, dammit, this wall was just not doing enough.
He stepped back, arched the base of her spine over his arm and found her breast with his mouth. Swirled his tongue around and around her nipple, taking cues from the bite of her nails in his skin. Her body gradually relaxed into the movement instead of tensing against it. She grew hotter with each thrust. Wetter. Looser. Wilder. Until she was moving with him, lifting her hips, then driving them forward. Oh, fuck, yeah. It was coming back to her. And, God, it was good. So damn blessedly amazingly good.
He released her nipple from his mouth. Lifted his head to tell her he was moving them into the bedroom, but she met his gaze, those stunning eyes all smoky and edgy in a way he hadn’t seen in so long that his voice caught in his throat.
She held his gaze, repositioned her shoulders square against the wall and made a languid, pushing roll with her body that made her rock, shoulders to hips. His cock pulled almost completely from her warmth, then slid back in with such excruciating languor, he couldn’t resist his body’s demand to thrust deep, embedding himself at her core.
Her eyes rolled back before they closed on a sound of exquisite pleasure. A sound that urged him toward that climax he’d been stalling. He slowly tested harder, deeper thrusts.
“God, yes,” dripped from her mouth with so much pleasure Mitch could taste it.
He struggled back to the moment. He wanted to be looking into her eyes when the pleasure overflowed. But her expression of bliss gave way to something more . . . uncomfortable . . . was the only word he could come up with to describe it—emotionally uncomfortable.
Her eyes closed. “Purge me from your system, Mitch.”
He pushed deep into her body and froze. The entire situation realigned in his mind as if someone had pressed a Reset button. They’d gone from the hottest first-step-toward-reunion lovemaking he could have ever imagined back to an angry get-it-out-of-your-system fuck.
Then he realized with cutting clarity that had never really changed. Only his perception had shifted . . . because . . . because when he’d realized she hadn’t been screwing around all this time . . . he’d thought . . . maybe . . .
God, he was still such a damned fool for her.
Mitch channeled his anger and hurt and years of disappointment into his next thrust, holding her tight and driving deep. Halina gasped, bowed backward. Her hands slipped from his hair and clawed to hold on to his shoulders. Even angry, it was good. Even disappointed, it was good. She was so tight and hot and wet . . . and losing himself inside her was always so damned fucking good.
“Oh, God,” she rasped, head lolling back, dark hair spilling into the air behind her, full breasts peaked and perfect.
“Is this what you want, Hali? All you want?”
“Yes. Perfect.” Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes but didn’t seem to have the strength to lift her head. “You . . . might finally . . . get rid of me, babe.”
He didn’t want to get rid of her now any more than he’d wanted to get rid of her then. Which was obviously going to become a real problem. But if a fuck was what she really wanted—a fuck was what she’d really get.
He moved to the vanity and set her ass on the edge. Slid his arms under her thighs and gripped her waist. She braced herself with bloodless fingertips tight over the lip of the counter and questioned him with those beautiful eyes.
“Hali,” he said, meeting her gaze, irritation scraping both his heart and his pride. “Don’t call me babe.”
Surprise flitted through her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak.
But Mitch didn’t want to hear it. He was done talking.
He pushed her legs wide with his forearms, purposely baring her. “Open up, baby,” he rasped, letting his gaze blatantly rake her tight sex, letting her see him study the sight of his cock gliding from her, glistening. “Give me room to work.”
“Mitch . . .”
The plea in her voice made his mouth turn, but all internal satisfaction had vanished. This was physical. And he was pretty damned sure the only thing keeping him hard was the erotic sight of her perfection, bare and swollen and slick as he slid slowly back in, pushing against the tightness until she had every last millimeter of him. Halina dropped her head back, eyes closed, lips parted, complete ecstasy washing her face.
Yes, that’s all she’d wanted. His cock deep inside her. His cock driving her to orgasm. Not him.
Fine. He’d give her that. As good as he could. She’d never forget him, that was for sure. If he could leave her with a memory strong enough to bring him up in her mind once in a while when she was with someone else, maybe even make her push around a few melancholy what-ifs . . . he’d take it. He’d sure as hell done his share of both.
He shut off his damn mind and let his body go. With his hands gripping the sink, Mitch found a rhythm. A harsh, hammering rhythm that pulsed thrill after thrill through his cock, his balls, his belly, his legs, his chest. Halina struggled to hold the counter edge and Mitch gained almost as much pleasure from that tiny thread of helplessness as he did from the sex. Which was wrong. But this was a fuck, nothing more. So he let his dark side revel.
He leaned over her, sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth, bit down, and raked his teeth over the flesh.
“Oh my God.” Halina’s walls clenched around his cock, creating even more pressure, more friction. She dropped her head against the mirror and arched, offering her breasts.
They were too wickedly decadent to resist. Mitch lowered his head to the other, flicked his tongue against the tip again and again until Halina whimpered, “Please . . .”
SEVEN
The low, drawn-out plea shot a dark streak of lust to Mitch’s cock and he drove into Halina harder. Grazed the flesh of her breast rougher, earning a cry from her open mouth, a deeper arch in her gorgeous body and a harder squeeze from her inner walls.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured, licking at the red trail his teeth left behind before repeating the torture and thrusting deep to get the full effect of her grip on his cock.
“Ah . . .” Her cry filled him with triumph. Her need pumped power and victory into his blood. “Mitch . . . Mitch . . .” she said between pants. “Please . . . make me come. I need . . .”
Ah, shit. The words sent a blistering shock of lust to his cock and totally screwed up his rhythm. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his bicep.
“Fucking . . . does not mean fast . . . Hali.” As if he could hold out. “But you’ve got me so twisted, I’ll give you a hard ride to the finish.”
He lifted her hips off the counter, took her hand from the edge, and closed her fingers around the towel bar on the wall beside her. Kissed her hard, sweeping his tongue through her mouth until they were both breathless, and whispered, “Hold on tight.”