She sat in the middle of the bed, her legs pulled up, her arms wrapped around them. He dropped his jeans to the floor and her eyes went smoky dark.
“Come here.”
She shifted, scooted to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle over the side.
Rick took a step forward, pulled her to her feet, and slid his arms around her. His erection wedged between them. God, it was tight, hot. He was ready to burst, especially after tasting her and having her come for him. He wanted her to come again—while he was inside her.
“I like having you naked against me.”
She tilted her head back and offered up a smile, then slide her palms up over his shoulders. “It’s about time.”
He arched a brow. “Did I make you wait?”
“Seems that way.”
“Then no more waiting.” He took her mouth in a kiss—he really liked her mouth. Sweet, pliant, he could kiss her for hours. He turned, shifting them, and fell on the bed, bringing Ava down on top of him. She lifted her head and stared down at him, her hair like a raven waterfall across her cheeks. He swept it to the side, then rolled his hands down her back, grabbed her ass, and squeezed.
Her lips parted and her eyelids drifted partway closed.
Ah. So easy to tell what she liked. He’d have to remember to do this with the lights on again, so he could see her reactions.
And there’d be an again. He already knew once wouldn’t be enough. He’d already waited too damn long.
He rolled her over, pinning her by climbing on top of her. His c**k slid between her parted thighs, rubbing against her moisture-coated pu**y. Like wet silk.
He reached over on the nightstand for the condom he’d pulled out of his pocket, tore open the wrapper, and lifted only long enough to put it on. Then, bracing himself on his arms, he watched as his c**k nudged against her pu**y lips.
Ava parted her legs, held onto his wrists—tight—oh, man, he liked the way she gripped him.
He slid inside her pu**y, slow and easy at first, gritting his teeth because it was just so goddamn good. She pulsed around him, sucking him into the vortex of her hot, tight, pu**y.
He lifted his gaze to hers. Her lips were clamped shut, her nostrils flaring. And when he rolled his hips she let out a soft moan.
Oh, yeah.
And still, she held tight to his wrists, dug her nails into him every time he pulled partway out, then drove in deep.
She liked it deep.
So did he.
He dropped down on top of her, careful to keep his weight off her slight frame, and slid one hand under her to cup her bu**ocks, tilting her up, giving him more access to her depths.
And then he thrust again.
She let out a gasp, a little louder this time, her pu**y rippling in response.
“Rick. Oh, God. Oh, damn.”
“Yeah, baby. I know. You feel good.”
He kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her br**sts against his chest, her ni**les scraping against him as he rolled his hips from one side to the other. He liked the sounds she made when he f**ked her. It made his balls tighten up, fill with the come he was going to shoot.
But first, he wanted to make her come. He intensified the friction, sliding against her clit every time he thrust. Again and again until she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and lifted her hips to cry out for more.
He gave her more, grinding against her until he felt her walls closing in around his cock, squeezing him while she dragged her fingernails across his back and called out his name as she climaxed.
He wanted to hold on to this moment and watch her face, her lips parted as she cried out, her head tilted back, her eyes squeezed tighly shut as she felt it all course through her. He knew what that felt like because it took every ounce of strength he had to keep his own orgasm from bursting. But he couldn’t hold back anymore because his orgasm ripped through him, tearing through his nerve endings like a flash of lightning, so hot and hard he shuddered, buried his face against Ava’s neck, and let out a loud groan of pleasure that he felt from his head to his feet. He continued to rock against her, feeling her shudder as he emptied himself of everything he had.
It had never been this good, this intense, this involved.
Spent, he licked her neck, kissed her jaw, her lips, then rolled to the side and held her there, the two of them still connected.
Ava slung a leg over him and laid her head against his chest.
Rick inhaled, exhaled, stroked Ava’s hair.
Yeah, really damn good.
Too damn good, in fact. He’d never been with a woman who matched him more perfectly.
And he still really didn’t know a damn thing about her, or why she was with the Hellraisers.
Reality intruded and he had to start thinking clearly again. Sex had been fun, but it was time to start thinking with his head instead of his dick.
Ava moaned and shifted in his arms. Said dick noticed and began to spring to life again.
Ava smiled and tilted her head back.
“I thought guys needed recovery time.”
“This guy doesn’t.”
“Hope you brought a lot of condoms, then.”
He didn’t think he’d brought nearly enough for what he’d need with Ava.
EIGHT
Ava stretched and rolled over, searching out Rick’s warm body to help ward off the morning chill.
The other side of the bed was empty. She blinked her eyes open, sat up, and searched the room.
He wasn’t there. Neither were his clothes. She got up and looked in the bathroom, and he wasn’t in there, either.
Well, fine. She pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, then flopped onto the bed, forcing herself not to pout.
Maybe he had something important to do this morning. Her gaze slid over to the clock on the nightstand—seven-thirty. It was still early. They hadn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep last night. What could he possibly have to do this early in the morning, besides hightail it out of her room so he could get away from her?
Guys did that. A lot didn’t care for the “morning after.” Sex was fine, but they didn’t stay the night. Rick had at least stayed the night—or a few hours, anyway. They’d had sex again, and promptly passed out in each other’s arms. Maybe he’d only needed a few hours to rest, then wanted to get out of there before he had to—gasp—talk to her.
Guys did that, too—left before they had to have the morning-after conversation. The few guys she’d had sex with hadn’t been the “cuddle and talk after sex” type. Hell, they hadn’t been the “stay in the room after sex” type. Which was probably why sex hadn’t been high on her priority list the past few years. Being used wasn’t fun.