Chapter 21
Razorback might have laughed at her expression if he hadn’t been so aroused, those expressive eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, his cock having been pressed against the fly of the jeans she’d just removed, but clearly she was happy with what she saw.
She took his shaft in her hand and he groaned, desperate for her touch but knowing he was too far gone for any real foreplay. Just watching her shatter beneath his mouth and hands had nearly driven him mad, his need to be inside her forsaking anything else.
She ran her thumb around the tip of his cock, the bulbous glans straining for her affection and pulsing with the beat of his heart.
With closed lips, she pressed kisses along his length, tormenting him with the possibility of more.
“Tell me you have a condom,” she whispered against his aching skin, her breath hot.
He’d tucked the box into the back pocket of his jeans, and he reached for it now, sitting up as he sheathed himself. She came to him, straddling his lap and kissing him on the mouth, positioning him at the entrance to her body.
He exhaled on a moan as she lowered herself onto him, her tight channel squeezing his girth.
She cursed under her breath. She was so wet for him, so eager for his body, her need an extension of his own.
He wrapped his arms around her as she pumped herself on his shaft, kisses mingling with touch, body heat mixing with the potent smell of sex.
It was clear she was enjoying it, unashamedly making love to him with a fervor he could watch all day.
He squeezed her breasts as his hips met hers, unable to remain still any longer.
His hands moved to her back, her skin slick with sweat, and white copies of his fingers appeared on her breasts where he’d squeezed them.
He growled, licking the marred skin and taking her nipple deep into his mouth once more.
Her walls clenched tightly around him and she all but stopped moving, her moaning now more like cries when he filled her.
He flipped her over, thrusting hard against the fisted muscles of her orgasm and pushing himself over the edge right with her.
He came hard, wave after wave of intense pleasure flooding his brain and draining his body. He collapsed, aware of the limbs that held him close, her arms and legs locked around his torso just as the swollen walls of her sex were locked tightly around his cock.
They were knotted together, two people holding on as best they could in the darkness, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Ian was truly happy.
His eyes popped open.
Jesus Christ, am I in trouble.
Big fucking trouble, not just a little bit.
He rolled off her and she moved with him, her body draping over his like a blanket. And he wanted her there. Wanted her against him tonight and tomorrow morning and the day after that. Still, he untangled himself and went to the bathroom, closing the door and resting his head against the wood.
The condom slipped slightly and he reached down, throwing it away and cleaning himself with a tissue.
If only the rest of this mess were so easy to clean up.
He considered calling Cowboy, having the other man take Jackie over the mountain instead of him.
Or Booger could do it. Hell, anybody else would be good, as long as Razorback got the fuck out of Dodge.
But I don’t want to get out of Dodge.
Fuck. He wasn’t going to ask someone else to take Jackie over the mountain, and he wasn’t going to leave her side until the last possible moment he could. This was bound to explode in his goddamn face. There was no other way it could go.
He moved to the sink and splashed water on his face.
What had he done? He remembered how he’d stood in the checkout line buying condoms and wine when it hit him.
He was out of his goddamn mind. He’d known he was doing the right thing when he rented the second room, knew it was the only possible way this could end well for either of them.
But one look at her, hair wet and dripping from the shower, the clean scent of her skin, made him doubt his reasoning.
Then she’d pushed him with her hands and touched him with her words. I wanted you to have sex with me. To make me feel like a woman. To be with me, goddamn it.
And he had. Worse still, he knew he’d do it again if she gave him half a chance. He couldn’t be trusted around her, his idiot mind intent on throwing himself in front of that bus again and again, reason be damned.
He eyed himself in the mirror. He should be happy.
He dropped his chin to his chest. This was dangerous territory, the one road he knew for certain he never wanted to travel again.
Relying on other people for happiness was a fool’s game he could never win, an illusion, and that made Jacqueline Desjardins more hazardous to his well-being than the roadside bomb that had changed his life forever.