24. Chapter 24
twenty-four
C urtis looked into Lina’s eyes. The shape of them reminded him of a bird. The brown in her irises were so deep that they were almost black, and they could suck a man right into their abyss if she allowed him entrance.
The caveman won, she said.
“Does that mean the caveman gets to claim the cave woman?” he asked.
“A caveman doesn’t ask.”
“This one does,” Curtis said, in full seriousness. “Will you knee my balls if I kiss you? Because I desperately want to kiss you right now.”
A small smile emerged on her lips. “Your balls are safe.”
“Oh, thank god.” He plunged into need and captured Lina’s mouth. It’d been less than twenty-four hours since he’d tasted her last, but he missed her flavor, her scent, her heat.
Trapped under him, Lina’s heat permeated his own skin as if they’d melted into one. She didn’t just feel perfect to him, she felt right. She took what he gave her as he deepened the kiss. She gave as much back as she welcomed his invasion. Their earlier dance continued in a different form.
“Lina, Lina…” he chanted her name as he trailed his mouth to her neck. “Woman, you make my blood boil.”
She chuckled. “How do I do that?”
Curtis pulled back to gaze at her face. “You just need to look at me a certain way and I get hard.”
He proved it to her right then and there. There was no denying what was nudging the inside of her thigh. Letting go of her arms, Curtis eased his weight off Lina.
“You make me weak at the knees,” she said, putting her arms around his shoulders, keeping him on top of her. Her eyes were soft, for once letting him in. “That’s why I had to keep my distance.”
Hearing that made him stupidly happy, but with a straight face he retorted, “Well, weak knees aren’t good when you’re in security. Yeah, wouldn’t bode well for ya.”
“God, you’re such an idiot.” Lina punched him on the shoulder.
Curtis laughed, but sobered up quickly. “I can be an idiot sometimes, but I know when something feels right. We feel right, Lina.”
He unwittingly held his breath as he waited for her response. She didn’t reply with words but pulled him in for a gentle kiss. Then she showed him he was right about how easily she could get out from under him, hooking her legs around his and rolling him to his back in one fast swoop. She took the breath out of him.
“I’m done denying I want you,” she told him as she kissed him down his neck. “You’re salty.”
Curtis could only laugh as her tongue left a fiery trail on his skin and her hands found their way under his T-shirt to push it off his torso. Her lips continued her exploration down his chest, while her fingertips raked over his sides slowly, making him burn even more. She gently lapped on his nipple and shudders went through his body.
Running his hands up her back, Curtis pulled Lina’s shirt up and over her head. She straightened enough to throw the T-shirt off.
“Don’t move.” She put a hand on his chest when he tried to sit up.
“What are you doing?”
She hooked her hand behind her, then her bra went and joined her T-shirt next to them.
“Oh.” Curtis’ brain and his ability to speak cross-wired at the sight of Lina’s breasts.
Lina didn’t seem to mind him speechless for once. The smile on her face took on a different meaning, as she understood the power she had over him. She leaned in to kiss his hanging mouth, while her hands pulled his T-shirt off him completely.
“Where was I?” she said, as if to herself. “Ah, yes.”
With a wink, she bent toward his chest once again. This time the sensation doubled as Curtis felt her nipples dragged over his abs, and he sighed as he watched the top of her head keep going lower on him.
Her body bumping against his hard-on was delicious torture, but when her fingers started unbuttoning his jeans, his breath caught in anticipation. But something also nudged his brain.
Shit. We can’t do this.
Curtis gritted his teeth, lifted to his forearms. He was so hard at this point, it hurt.
“Lina…” he started.
To his relief, Lina straightened. But it was only to pull his jeans and underwear down his legs. His cock stood at attention.
“Lina…” Curtis tried again, but she wrapped her hand around him, and the rest of his thoughts vanished. The warmth of her hand enveloped the sensitive head and spread the moisture from the tip to help lubricate her caress.
When Lina had dragged him to the gym and put him into training an hour ago, he hadn’t expected to end up on the ring floor almost fully naked. In fact, when he’d finally knocked her down, he thought he’d had the upper hand.
But as it turned out, Lina did.
Curtis sucked in his breath as he watched her stroke him slowly all the way down before going all the way up to the head again. She looked up and locked gazes with him.
Heat smoldered in those eyes.
Then nothing registered to Curtis anymore but the feel of Lina’s velvety mouth around him.
Holy mother of…
Curtis’ head rolled back in ecstasy.
Lina glanced at Curtis and saw the pure pleasure on his beautiful face. With every stroke of her hand, her tongue, and lips, she elicited animal-like growls from him that stoked her own thirst for him. It gave her as much fulfillment to give him this pleasure as he had done for her before.
Wanting to feel him this way had wreaked havoc in her mind since that first tour she’d joined. Yes, she’d lusted over him for that long. She’d lasted this long out of pure stubbornness, not discipline. She’d sworn she’d never fall for his seduction, however much she’d want to succumb to carnal desire.
But here I am. And I can ’ t get enough of him.
With one last long powerful pull, Lina released him before he went too far. She needed him inside her, and she couldn’t shed the rest of her clothes fast enough. When she returned to his lap, Curtis had sat up and immediately welcomed her back with a deep yet gentle kiss.
“By the gods, Lina…” He panted.
Lina rubbed herself against him. “I want you inside me now.”
His eyes, full of restrained need, looked straight into hers. “I want you desperately, but we have no protection.”
“I’m protected,” she told him. “Always.”
“Oh, praise everything holy.” Curtis kissed her.
She laughed against his lips. “Since when did you find religion?”
“Since I start worshipping you.” He lifted her from his lap and guided his length into her.
“Yes,” Lina whispered as she settled with him fully inside her, all hot and heavy. “I accept your offering.”
Curtis laughed. “Why, Miss Cheung, you’re cracking jokes now?”
“Right?” She lifted herself off him and slid down slowly over him. A sly smirk on her face. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
He groaned as she continued the slow pump and increased the tempo of their lovemaking. Just like how they’d trained, Curtis met her movement with his own, matched her speed, and equaled her force. They danced to the musical sounds their bodies were playing.
Lina never felt as light.
The layers of Lina never failed to astound Curtis. He knew there was a lightness in her, and not just the facade of the tough persona of her profession or former self. Hearing her laugh while they made love soothed his heart as much as their bodies pleasured each other.
“Come with me, love,” he whispered to her, but he doubted she heard his words.
Her breathing labored in short pants, Curtis felt her tightening around him like a vise. He pumped her hips over him faster as he felt himself joining her in a few more strokes. Like at the end of a fast song, everything picked up to get to that one last bang. It was a frenzy as their physiques merged with one soul-shattering climax.
He heard her shouting his name, only to be muffled as she buried her face against his neck.
“Fuck, Lina,” he groaned, as if he couldn’t say her name often enough, as the vibrations of their last note still played through their joined bodies.
They stayed in each other’s arms, needing to bask in the lasting energy surrounding them. Curtis didn’t want to let Lina go, ever.