The light from the bathroom made the shadows on his face sharp. She walked over and reached up to trail her finger over his jaw. She liked his cheekbones and his chin and the layer of stubble. It reminded her of the long, stressful day that had happened since the last time they’d been alone in this room together.
He pulled her against him and kissed her, hard, in a way that told her he was done waiting and making excuses. His hands moved over her shoulders, and she heard a soft whoosh as her robe hit the floor. Kira’s nerves fluttered. And then his hands were on her again, stroking over her bare skin. She ran her fingers down his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons, one by one, as his hands rested on her hips. He didn’t help her at all, and she glanced up to see him looking down at her intently.
“What?” She tugged his shirt from his pants and undid the button.
“I like watching you do that.”
She smiled up at him as she lowered the zipper. He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it on the nearby chair, and then he was standing before her, half naked, and her stomach clenched as she saw the bandage around his arm.
She touched it lightly, cringing at the thought of how close the bandage was to his vital organs.
“Jeremy—”
He tipped her back onto the bed and stretched out over her, caging her in with his arms. Then he kissed her, once again cutting off conversation. He settled his weight between her legs, and the hard ridge of his erection made her forget everything except him and all the pent-up desire she’d been feeling since the moment she first met him. She hooked her leg around his and kissed him, arching against him.
He kissed his way down her body, pausing to look at her as he reached her breast, and she ran her fingers into his hair. Then his mouth was on her nipple, hot and teasing, and she tipped her head back and moaned. She’d been thinking about this, and now it was happening, finally, and the need deep inside her started to build.
The bed creaked as he pulled away and stood up. She sat up on her elbows, watching impatiently as he kicked off his shoes and got rid of the rest of his clothes, and then he stretched out over her again.
“Whoa.” She rested her hand against his chest. “Time out.”
“What?”
She stroked her hand down. “I want to look at you.”
He kissed her, clearly attempting to distract her from that plan, and she pushed against his shoulder.
“I mean it. Roll over.”
He stared at her.
“Roll over. Now.”
He eased onto his back and watched warily as she got to her knees.
Kira had imagined his body, but her imagination hadn’t even come close. His shoulders were wide and muscular, and his torso was perfectly sculpted. He looked even bigger without his clothes on, and she thought about her size compared to his.
He propped himself up on his elbows, and his muscles rippled.
“Come here.” He reached for her, but she scooted back on the bed.
“No.”
“Please?”
The word sent a warm shiver through her, and she scooted closer, smiling down at him as his gaze heated. She straddled his hips and leaned forward to kiss him. He settled her on his lap, gripping her hips as her tongue tangled with his. She moved against him, loving the hard feel of his erection as his grip on her tightened. He was so intent. So focused. And the prospect of having his undivided attention on her body made her flush with excitement. Then his hands were on her breasts, and he teased her nipples with his thumbs, and she felt that delicious yearning deep in her core.
She eased back and looked around the room. Her cosmetics case was all the way in the bathroom, so she reached for his wallet on the nightstand.
“Any chance you have a condom in here?”
He took it from her and dug one from the inner pocket. It looked shiny and new, and she wondered if he’d put it in there for her.
“Yes.”
She looked at him. “Yes, what?”
“I know what you’re thinking.” He tossed his wallet back on the nightstand and rolled over her, pinning her against the bed with his hips. He kissed her deeply, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as close as she could. She wanted him inside her. She wanted them joined together, but he seemed determined to make her wait. He eased down her body, and she felt a rush of heat as his mouth closed over her nipple.
She combed her fingers into his hair, squirming against him as the need built and built. He moved to her other breast, and she felt the hot pull of his mouth just as his hand slid between her legs. She arched against him, gasping, as his fingers slid inside her.
Kira moved against him, loving the way he touched her, loving the way he set her on fire with his mouth and his hands, the whole time watching her responses. He seemed to read her, because he knew just how to touch her, just how to take her right to the edge but never quite over. She closed her eyes and gave in to him, and the pleasure went on and on and on, until she started to feel dizzy.
“Jeremy.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and the raw attraction in his eyes made her giddy. “Now.”
He gazed down at her for a moment, and she pulled him closer with her leg. She reached for the condom and handed it to him, and he knelt between her legs and put it on.
“Careful,” she whispered.
“I know.” He watched her expression as he shifted her legs and pushed into her. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, and it was painful and exhilarating, both at once.
“Kira?”
“Yes. More.”
He drove into her, and she pulled him close, as close as she could, as he started moving against her. He felt good, and she stroked her hands up his back and clutched him as close as she could as the need inside her burned brighter and brighter. She loved the heat of him and the slick, hot power of his body as he thrust into her again and again, driving right up to the edge, until she thought she’d lose her mind. She dug her nails into his back and tightened her legs around him.
“Jeremy.”
Everything got hotter, faster, and she moved with him, desperately trying to keep up with his pace. She wanted to wait for him, but then she couldn’t hold on anymore, and the climax flashed through her, bright and blinding, and she gave him everything she had. Her body shuddered, and she held on, clutching him tight until he gave a final powerful surge and came, too.
Kira held on to him, not opening her eyes, because she wanted to let the moment stretch out.
She didn’t want to talk. Or move. She just wanted to absorb the solid feel of him, completely inert on top of her, except for his hammering heart. Never in her life had she felt anything so physical. She stroked her fingers into his hair, and it was damp from sweat, and she smiled because she’d made that happen.
He pushed up on his elbows and stared down at her, searching her eyes.
“You all right?”
She nodded.
He rolled away and sat up, and her heart squeezed as she noticed his bandaged arm again. He stood up, and she watched him walk into the bathroom.
Kira stared up at the ceiling. On the other side of the wall, she heard the faint sound of a TV. Through the sliding glass door, she heard rain drumming against the balcony. While she’d been having mind-blowing sex, it had started pouring outside, and she hadn’t even noticed.
Kira looked around at the room. Her robe was on the floor beside Jeremy’s pants. His shirt was draped over the chair where he’d tossed it. His holster was on the nightstand beside his wallet.