Wanted.
Craved.
Safe.
She’d never experienced anything like how she felt surrounded by his arms. And still she needed more. She pushed, and he let her roll him beneath her, where she took her mouth on a tour over his pecs, across his abs, heading downward-
He reversed their positions again.
“Hey,” she said.
He showed her the condom in his fingers, the one he’d snagged from her.
“Oh,” she breathed. “I like how you think.”
“Yeah?” He kneeled between her legs and rolled on the condom. “Then you’re going to really like what comes next.” He kissed her mouth, gliding up to graze his teeth along her jaw, then the sweet spot beneath her ear, the swirl of his tongue making her squirm with the memory of where else he was good with that tongue. As if he’d followed the train of her thoughts, he laughed softly and threaded his fingers in her hair, tilting her head so that he could hold her gaze as he slid inside her.
There was no space between them, nothing but pleasure. His hands slid down her back and over the cheeks of her ass, lifting her, changing the angle, making her moan helplessly at the sensation of him filling her so completely with nothing more than one sure push of his hips. She gasped and cried out at the same time, arching against him, rocking up as he started to move inside her.
“Lilah.”
His eyes were fixed and unwavering on her. She lost her breath just looking at him, and she ground her hips to his, unable to control herself.
For once his own control seemed completely absent. Breathing heavy, face tight, he brought his mouth back to hers as he thrust deep, nipping her lip, sucking it into his mouth. “God, you feel good wrapped around me. So fucking good, Lilah.”
Melting, she wrapped her arms closer around his broad shoulders and stroked down his back, her hips rising to pull his body even tighter to hers.
The motion wrenched a very sexy, very male sound from him.
“You like?” she whispered.
“Love. I love.”
She tried not to focus on his words, spoken in passion, about his physical pleasure. She tried not to hope that he was letting her in, letting himself fall.
But it didn’t matter, her heart had its own agenda and his words made it ache. So she ground her hips into him once again, wrenching another groan from him. She throbbed in response, and the wave began to build within her as he kept moving, stroking hard, harder still, until she came with shuddering impact, crying out his name, arching up into him. He pressed himself even deeper, then stilled as he came with her, holding tight, keeping them connected.
They stayed that way, locked together, for a long time, each of them gasping for air, unable to say a word or move a muscle, shaking with the exertion and the aftershocks. Finally Brady rolled them to their sides. He had his arms around her, apparently just as content as she to prolong their connection. And as she drifted off, she realized that had been the most intimate experience she’d ever shared with a man.
Lilah came awake in slow degrees, aware only of being deliciously warm. Opening her eyes, she realized she was face-first in Brady’s throat.
Mmm. A damn fine place to be.
She was also practically on top of him, a leg and an arm thrown over his body like he was her very own personal pillow.
And that wasn’t all.
He had a grip on her, too, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other firmly on her ass.
His breathing was slow and deep and steady.
Unable to help herself, she pressed her lips to his throat and gently rubbed back and forth, knowing exactly when he came awake because his breathing changed. “Hey,” she whispered. “Don’t look now, but we’re cuddling.”
The hand on her ass tightened possessively, making her smile. “So whatcha doing?”
“Sleeping.” His voice was morning rough and gravelly and sexy as hell. “But that’s going to change quickly.”
“I was hoping you’d feel that way.” She gently bit the tendon where his neck met his shoulder, and in one smooth motion he rolled her beneath him.
“Let me guess.” He lifted his head, his eyes and mouth soft in a way she hadn’t seen from him before. “You don’t want to waste our last condom.”
“Well, that’d be a crime, right?” she whispered.
“Wrap your legs around me.” Another command, uttered in that quiet but utterly authoritative voice of his, but since following his directives always brought her mind-blowing pleasure, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hummed her gratification. It was all she could manage because he was hard, deliciously hard and teasing them both. “Are we going to-”
“Oh yeah.”
“And then again?” she murmured hopefully, sucking in a breath because his mouth was at her jaw working its way to that sweet spot beneath her ear, the one that, when he kissed it, made her want to offer him anything, anything he wanted…
“Greedy little thing,” he accused.
He was right. When it came to him, to this, she was greedy. She was greedy as hell.
“Only one condom,” he reminded her. “We used the other a few hours ago. We’ll have to get creative.”
Thank God. He was good at creative. Really, really good. They kissed and rocked up against each other for a few moments, the room quiet around them with the exception of her own heavy breathing and low moans, until she couldn’t take the teasing any longer. “Brady.”
He lifted his head and looked at her with lidded eyes. “Tell me.”
“More,” she said, making her own demands now. His big hands gripped her hips and tilted her in a way that pleased him, tugging a groan from deep in his throat. “Yes,” she said. “More of that.”
“Anything you want.”
Fourteen
I t was midday by the time Brady replaced the gauge on the Bell and got them back in the air. For the return flight, he plied Lilah with a glass of wine first.
She denied that it helped, but he could tell by how relaxed she looked that it did-though that might have been from all the orgasms. Hard to tell.
She was quiet this time. Not so unusual for him, but absolutely unusual for her. Halfway home, she turned to him, nibbling on her lower lip.
He braced for the worst.
“About whatever it was that you wanted to talk to me about in your hotel room last night before I-before we…” She grimaced. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you with wild sex.”
That made him smile. “Yes, you did.”
“Okay, true, I did. But I’ll listen now to whatever you wanted to say.”
He slid her a look.
She smiled at him, completely unrepentant, and he blew out a breath. “I wanted to warn you off of me,” he told her.
“I like being on you.”
He let out a low laugh. “Lilah.”
“You like it, too.”
“I love it,” he admitted. “And you know what I mean.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m a big girl, Brady. You’re leaving soon. I haven’t forgotten. I wanted this.”
This won him another heart-stopping smile, which he told himself was the wine.
It was early evening when they landed. Lilah had checked in with Cruz several times, but she still headed right off to the kennels to make sure everything was okay. Brady went through his postflight maintenance, then walked across the meadow to Belle Haven.
Twinkles was lying beneath a tree out front looking glum, but he went bat-shit crazy when he saw Brady, wriggling, waggling, rolling in ecstasy when Brady stooped low to rub the dog down. He tried to remember the last time he’d come back from a trip and had this sort of reception but couldn’t.