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his cock in sweet, luscious heat. Again. Again.
His hands were fists, his entire body rigid, sweat streaming down his ribs when she leaned forward and whispered, “Come for me, Ty.”
Release hit him like a body blow. She gasped when he held her hard against him and ground up into her body, reality disappearing for a few precious seconds into oblivion. All that existed was the rap of his heart in his ribs, the ebbing tide of arousal as his muscles slackened, and Lauren’s mouth on his jaw.
Kisses. Slow, soft, sweet kisses, the kind he hadn’t felt on his skin in a lifetime. They’d started just under his ear, measured the length of his jaw, each one flicking a little spark at his skin. She reached the corner of his mouth, her breath warm and moist, the temptation of her lush, full lips millimeters away. Without warning anguish slit him open from throat to belly, but feeling that emotion here was worse than feeling the connection that strengthened every time they were together.
No connections.
This was a hookup. Meaningless.
He tilted his head away from her. “You should get off.”
The fact that he felt her lips curve against his face only confirmed his suspicion he was going insane. Then she got to her feet. Without looking at her face he lifted a hand to her hip to make sure she was steady, then he got to his feet and headed into the bathroom he’d seen off the hall on the way to the bedroom. He ditched the condom, washed his hands, zipped up. Splashed some water on his face. Searched his brain for a reason to leave.
Realized he didn’t need one. Hell-raisers never did. They just walked, but to walk he needed his shirt.
When he came back Lauren had one wrist cuff off and was working on the other. The pink flush on her throat was still visible, but fading quickly, and damn, she was strong. The muscles of her abdomen were defined, like the sexy cover of an exercise magazine. He could watch her all night long.
“Takes all the fun out of it if you can get free on your own,” he said, bracing one shoulder against the doorframe.
She flicked him a look through the tangled fall of her hair, hereyes stormy sea gray under languid satisfaction. “You want to go there? Because that involves quite a bit of trust,” she said.
Between the implication that this was about anything other than casual sex and his gut response to anything less than complete trust from her, he went rigid for a second. Fortunately, she was fumbling with the stubborn buckle, so she didn’t see his involuntary reaction. He had to act like this didn’t matter, so he went to her, deftly unfastened the buckle and tugged the loosened leather over her hand. She looked up at him. Still naked, she stood with her back to the windows, and shadows and her hair hid her face. The scent of sex and sweat clung to her tanned skin.
Sometimes the release didn’t satisfy the need. Sometimes even the hottest sex only tempered the ache rather than cured it. Each time worked her further under his skin instead of getting her out of his system, and that drove careless words from his mouth. Made it sound like none of this touched him, like he wasn’t dreaming about her, watching for her. “Two more weeks, Lauren. We can go wherever you want to go. You want more, you know where to find me.”
“I do,” she said lightly.
For a split second he thought she meant
more, right now
, maybe
always and forever
, and he had to remind himself he was no longer in the
always and forever
business. Just the
live in the moment
business.
“On the sixth bench from the door,” she continued. “I’ll keep your offer in mind.”
He blinked, shocked by getting out-hell-raisered by a geologist, but that was what he wanted, a woman who didn’t want anything, didn’t need him, felt nothing, like he did. Being alone was better than letting someone into the mess inside him.
Right?
Right.
Tumultuous emotion roiled inside him. He snagged his shirt from the floor and tugged it
His hands were fists, his entire body rigid, sweat streaming down his ribs when she leaned forward and whispered, “Come for me, Ty.”
Release hit him like a body blow. She gasped when he held her hard against him and ground up into her body, reality disappearing for a few precious seconds into oblivion. All that existed was the rap of his heart in his ribs, the ebbing tide of arousal as his muscles slackened, and Lauren’s mouth on his jaw.
Kisses. Slow, soft, sweet kisses, the kind he hadn’t felt on his skin in a lifetime. They’d started just under his ear, measured the length of his jaw, each one flicking a little spark at his skin. She reached the corner of his mouth, her breath warm and moist, the temptation of her lush, full lips millimeters away. Without warning anguish slit him open from throat to belly, but feeling that emotion here was worse than feeling the connection that strengthened every time they were together.
No connections.
This was a hookup. Meaningless.
He tilted his head away from her. “You should get off.”
The fact that he felt her lips curve against his face only confirmed his suspicion he was going insane. Then she got to her feet. Without looking at her face he lifted a hand to her hip to make sure she was steady, then he got to his feet and headed into the bathroom he’d seen off the hall on the way to the bedroom. He ditched the condom, washed his hands, zipped up. Splashed some water on his face. Searched his brain for a reason to leave.
Realized he didn’t need one. Hell-raisers never did. They just walked, but to walk he needed his shirt.
When he came back Lauren had one wrist cuff off and was working on the other. The pink flush on her throat was still visible, but fading quickly, and damn, she was strong. The muscles of her abdomen were defined, like the sexy cover of an exercise magazine. He could watch her all night long.
“Takes all the fun out of it if you can get free on your own,” he said, bracing one shoulder against the doorframe.
She flicked him a look through the tangled fall of her hair, hereyes stormy sea gray under languid satisfaction. “You want to go there? Because that involves quite a bit of trust,” she said.
Between the implication that this was about anything other than casual sex and his gut response to anything less than complete trust from her, he went rigid for a second. Fortunately, she was fumbling with the stubborn buckle, so she didn’t see his involuntary reaction. He had to act like this didn’t matter, so he went to her, deftly unfastened the buckle and tugged the loosened leather over her hand. She looked up at him. Still naked, she stood with her back to the windows, and shadows and her hair hid her face. The scent of sex and sweat clung to her tanned skin.
Sometimes the release didn’t satisfy the need. Sometimes even the hottest sex only tempered the ache rather than cured it. Each time worked her further under his skin instead of getting her out of his system, and that drove careless words from his mouth. Made it sound like none of this touched him, like he wasn’t dreaming about her, watching for her. “Two more weeks, Lauren. We can go wherever you want to go. You want more, you know where to find me.”
“I do,” she said lightly.
For a split second he thought she meant
more, right now
, maybe
always and forever
, and he had to remind himself he was no longer in the
always and forever
business. Just the
live in the moment
business.
“On the sixth bench from the door,” she continued. “I’ll keep your offer in mind.”
He blinked, shocked by getting out-hell-raisered by a geologist, but that was what he wanted, a woman who didn’t want anything, didn’t need him, felt nothing, like he did. Being alone was better than letting someone into the mess inside him.
Right?
Right.
Tumultuous emotion roiled inside him. He snagged his shirt from the floor and tugged it
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