Fifteen
As it happened,
neither of them wanted to waste time driving to his hotel room or
her temporary apartment, which is how they ended up on the floor of
room 217 in the Minneapolis Hilton, just upstairs from the
restaurant.
Rachael had been
between boyfriends for nearly two years, and she suspected Edward
had been deprived of sex as well. That sort of
thing can’t be good for us, she mused as he tried to
unbutton her shirt dress with trembling fingers.
In this case, it was
a good thing, a wonderful thing, because his black excitement
merely kindled her own. Which is why they never made it to the bed,
only four feet from where they were lying.
He tugged and pulled
and she tried to help while their mouths fought and tasted each
other, but really all they did was get in each other’s way, until .
. .
“Fuck it,” he growled
in a voice so deep she could barely make out what he’d said. Then
he tugged, hard, and buttons went flying and his hands were on her
bra, over her bra, under her bra, and then her bra was up to her
neck and she didn’t care at all.
She didn’t care that
much of his weight was on her, either. She kind of liked it. She
knew he couldn’t help it, that he was operating through a fog of
lust so thick he probably couldn’t remember either of their names.
Strange, though. Usually she disliked that behavior, being squashed
beneath a laboring man . . . male werewolves tended toward being
control freaks during sex. It was all about domination. Not that
she minded a bit of domination now and again—it was good for the
digestion if nothing else—but she liked how it didn’t feel like a
contest with Edward.
They both wanted
exactly the same thing. And they were both determined to get
it.
She reached down,
found his belt buckle, yanked. It came loose with terrific ease and
she flung it away, and then her fingers were busy at his zipper and
he groaned into her mouth.
She wriggled beneath
him, trying to help him when she felt his hands on the backs of her
thighs, lifting her toward him. She managed to tug her panties down
enough to let him in, then seized his warm, sweetly throbbing
member. She started to guide it inside her as he surged forward.
Then she brought her knees up and pulled him to her as he sucked on
her lower lip and thrust.
And oh God, it was
everything, it was the world, he was
the world. “Ah!”
He stopped at once
and she could feel the tension in his arms, the muscles thrumming
as he fought not to slam into her again, fought despite the way his
body was screaming his need to both of them. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry,
Rachael. Did I hurt you?”
“Yes. And you’d
better do it again or you’ll need to find a dentist
immediately.”
He laughed into her
mouth and surged forward again, and she—
lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
—wasn’t quite sure
where her desires ended and his began, and didn’t much care,
either.
She met him at every
stroke and (very unusual for her!) felt
her climax start to build almost at once, felt the
familiar-yetstrange sensation of an orgasm bearing down on her like
a fighter jet.
Yes, it’s definitely been too long. Far, far too long, and
my God, Edward! Where has your dick been all my
life?
“Ah, God,” she
groaned. “I’m going to come, Edward, sorry, I’m
going—ahhhhh!”
His teeth had been
nibbling the hollow of her throat, his hands were fisted in her
hair, and he ground out something like, “Thhkkk ddd,” which she
assumed was “Thank God.”
She knew why, could
feel the muscles in his body actually shift as he reached his own
point of no return. Then he was stiffening in her arms, went rigid
in her arms. She could feel the new rush of heat inside her, saw
his eyes roll up, and thought, Good thing
we’re on the floor; I don’t think either of us could have kept our
feet.
Then he collapsed
over her, whispering, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my
God.”
Her thoughts
exactly.