CHAPTER ELEVEN
Their break didn’t last long. Mia lifted her head from the mattress and snagged him with a look. “I need you. Now.”
Yes, ma’am. That’ll work for me, too.
She reached for his hair and ran her fingers through it. Nice to know he still had some. Directing him from his knees, she tore at his shirt. “Get this off.”
It was only then he realized he hadn’t disarmed. Very gentleman like. Shit. He stood, and un-holstered his Glock from the small of his back. The smooth metal was cold in his hand, a violent contrast to her sizzle and warmth.
One-handed, he pulled the slide, released the clip, unloading it in one swift move. The magazine hit the floor. He emptied the round in the chamber and placed his concealed carry on the nightstand.
“Show off.” She laughed, looking impressed.
“You liked it,” he said an octave lower than normal, saturated in arousal. He wanted to impress her. Needed her to see him as something beyond a street fighter, even if it was only a quick trick.
The gun holstered under his pant leg was still loaded. No way would he leave them vulnerable. Her fingers brushed over his belt clasp, working the buckle. His erection pressed hard into his pants, wanting her touch.
“I wasn’t complaining.” She rounded her hands onto his ass, encouraging him to step out of his pants and boxer briefs. He unstrapped the remaining holsters, set his backup and his tactical knife on the nightstand, and dropped trou.
His hard-on, freed of restraint, reached for her, and she didn’t hesitate. Mia clasped her hands around him. He grabbed a condom from his pants pocket. She stroked him, thumbing the crown of his cock, then took the condom from him. She tore it open and slid it down. One surprise after another.
“Come here.” He growled into her ear, praying he wouldn’t have to beg.
They moved to the middle of the bed, and he loomed over her. Had there ever been a more beautiful face looking up at him? Her bottom lip quivered. Her cheeks were flushed. She was stunning.
He guided his cock against her tight entrance. The tip teased, dipping in and pressing against her accepting muscles. Heaven help him. This minx could steal his soul if he didn’t put up a barrier.
As he inched in, she pulled him down to her, urging him. Waiting any longer wasn’t possible. He took advantage of her offer. He filled her. For a hot second, he almost lost it at first full thrust.
Deeper, then deeper again. Still it wasn’t enough. All of him, hugged tight by her. It shouldn’t feel this good. She shouldn’t be as accepting as she was, melting around him. Her muscles tightened, and she crushed a kiss on him, taking his lip and sucking hard.
Sweat slid down his shoulders. Moisture poured between their skin, from their kisses to their slick connection. Her legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. Her entire body hung on him, taut with a rabid hunger.
He pounded into her harder. Almost too hard. The sound of their slapping flesh burned his ears. She didn’t fight it. No, she seemed to crave it as much as he did. Her hips moved with him, begged him to keep up the intensity.
The lights were on. His woman was wild. They were out of control and completely in sync. Sweet addiction, have mercy. He struggled for more, struggled for restraint, but reveled in the complete lecherous abandon.
“Colby, please.” She begged, muscles constricting on his shaft. “Make me come again. Now.”
It was all he needed to push into overdrive. Palming her ass off the mattress, he gripped tight, fingers flexed, and aimed to please. He needed to explode, but not until that beautiful face had unraveled again. She’d come on his cock if it killed him.
A low growl choked from his throat. It was the desperate plea of a man waiting to detonate. Her head dropped back with a hoarse howl. Her pussy tightened, rippling over him. She called his name from some bottomless depth he’d never heard from a woman before. Her body bucked into his thrusts, her arms wrapped strangle-hold tight around his neck.
He came right after her. Every muscle in his body strained. He flexed the last thrusts, then collapsed over her. She was saved from crushing death by his caging forearms. Their sweaty cheeks pressed together, mouths agape.
Hard pants burned from his lungs. His chest heaved, shoulders rising and falling in sated, breathless satisfaction. Strands of her hair stuck to her forehead. To his forehead. Her eyelashes grazed his temple. Tonight defined world-stopping, better-than-amazing sex. And the only thing he could focus on was her.
Mine.
Possession blazed, shaking its fist, shouting into the night.
Minutes passed and neither moved. Their breathing stabilized together in painstaking slowness. One finger at a time, her hands relaxed from their death grip, and her legs unhooked.
She didn’t say a word. And thank God, because he had no idea what just happened.