CHAPTER 15 #3
“Fuuuck,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
She chuckled low in her throat. “Don’t mind if I do.”
She tipped her head back, her long hair grazing his thighs, a look of bliss on her beautiful face.
“Feels so good. You are the perfect size.” She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were feral. “Let me have it.”
He didn’t think it was possible to harden more. Gripping her hips, he began bouncing her on him, thrusting into her, barely able to contain himself.
And all the while, she held his gaze, never looking away, tapping his cheek lightly the second his eyelids lowered to look at her bouncing breasts.
“Eyes on mine,” she murmured. “I want to watch you come.”
She rode him so hard and so fast, it didn’t take long before the telltale tingles shot up his spine, and he clenched his teeth as he got closer, and …
He opened his mouth to warn her, but before he could, Jannie stopped. Reaching down, she gripped him at the base and gave him a firm squeeze. “Oh, no you don’t.”
He gritted his teeth.
After a few moments, she resumed riding him. Part of him was in heaven, the other part in hell, because at this frenzied pace, he had to help her with his hands on her waist, and he couldn’t touch what she would need for her to—
She slowed the pace and, leaning over him, seized his mouth once more, her tongue sweeping hotly over his before tearing away.
“Deeper! Give it to me!”
And, God, he obliged, no longer holding back as he was used to doing. Nick unleashed all of himself on her, pumping into her full bore, amazed that she could sheathe all of him and take such a pounding.
It wasn’t long before he felt her. Her muscles tightened, clenching.
“Yes!” A low, guttural moan sailed from her parted lips. His entire body felt electrified as he looked into her ecstasy-crazed eyes, her irises barely visible behind blown pupils as she gasped, then spasmed around him in violent contractions.
She was coming from his thrusts alone.
Fire to gasoline.
He felt her clench powerfully, and she raised her hips and sank down on him again, once, twice, stopping and clenching even harder, rhythmically now, her gasps turning to cries, sending him skyrocketing.
He couldn’t control the sound escaping his lips, as sensation built deep in his belly like an imminently erupting volcano. All the while, Jannie never took her eyes off his.
“Come hard for me,” she rasped.
And damned if he didn’t.
Nick came in a torrent.
And Jannie watched it all.
When he stilled, his body still randomly shook with the aftershocks of what had been truly bewildering.
For a very long time, she held his gaze, and when their breathing slowed, Nick finally could no longer keep his eyelids from drifting closed. He was still hard, still buried inside her, his hands gripping her waist, unwilling to let go.
Her hair glided, silken, over his chest as she cradled his face, her warm lips brushing softly against his. With a sigh, she collapsed on him, burying her nose and mouth in his neck, nuzzling.
“So good,” she murmured.
An understatement.
He had never reached that erotic level, and the fact that it had happened the way it did took him aback. Yet it hadn’t been exactly vanilla sex. He’d let her have him, and this was the first time in his life he’d just … yeah, he’d surrendered.
Nick frowned.
Best not to try to analyze. He could do that later, when he could think clearly, which was impossible with him inside her and her on top of him.
He recalled her comment about cramps. “Did it work?”
Jannie nodded. “Perfectly.” She sounded dreamy. “You took away the pain.”
Something in the way she said it made his throat tighten. “That’s good.”
“Very good.” She must have felt him soften slightly because she lifted off him, rolling onto the sheets and motioning toward a box of tissues on the nightstand.
He plucked a few and wordlessly handed them over, then sat up, still slightly dizzy as he removed and tied off the condom, tossing it into a nearby trash can.
What now?
“Come back here.”
OK, she wanted to cuddle. Another first for him.
He lay back down, and she pressed herself against him, her leg over both of his, her head on his chest.
He rubbed her back. This felt good. Very good.
He thought he felt her shiver and moved to draw the sheet over both of them, but she gripped his wrist.
“Don’t cover that up. It’s eye candy, and I’m enjoying the sugar rush.”
He laughed. Yes, other women had given him compliments, but none felt as good as Jannie’s. And truth be told, none of them felt as good as Jannie. Literally. He was still floored by how she’d taken him so deep.
She ran her hand over his abs. “What does this take?”
He understood her question and liked that she would ask. “Two hours in the gym.”
“Daily?”
“Yup.”
“No off days?”
“Sundays. That’s when I rest and eat what I want.”
“But you haven’t worked out at all since we got here.”
“No.” He’d wanted to spend every available moment with her.
She playfully slapped his belly. “Well, that should change. It would be a shame to lose all this. Not many men look better naked than in a pilot uniform.”
His chest warmed at her compliment. “And you look better naked than in any outfit.”
Her lips twisted slightly as she glanced down at her chest. “Thank you.”
“What? You don’t think you look good?”
A one-shouldered shrug. “I look OK.”
“Nothing about you is just OK.”
She shrugged again.
That didn’t sit right with him. “You’re beautiful, Jannie.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She didn’t sound convinced.
In his experience, women in her league were confident about their appearance. Some, overly so. Yet she seemed to be the opposite of that.
Why? Who had put it in her head that she looked anything less than perfect?
He turned to fully face her, reaching to trace his thumb over her lower lip. “Confession time.”
She said nothing, just looked into his soul with those mesmerizing eyes of hers.
“You took me by surprise,” he told her.
“How so?”
“Taking control like that. It was … unexpected.”
A little smirk. “Never let a woman have her way with you, Sebastian?”
He chose to ignore that name. “Nope.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Huh.” She smiled then, a satisfied little smile that made him feel warm all over. “You’re welcome.”
He laughed and reached to run a fingertip over her collarbone, then went lower to trace her creamy skin. “Want to know somethin’ else?”
“What?”
He made another pass. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”
She studied his face for a moment, searching for something in his eyes that he hoped to hell she found.
“And it’s a damn shame to hide them.” He leaned away and studied them, full and round and mouthwateringly gorgeous. “They’re perfect,” he murmured, “and beg to be sucked.”
Slowly, he lowered his head. She started to fidget. Not wanting to do anything she didn’t enjoy, he paused and looked up, finding her worried gaze on him. “Do you like to be touched there, Jannie?”
She hesitated. “Not just before …” Her gaze slid to the three unopened tampon boxes on the dresser.
“Ah.” Now it made sense. They were sensitive right now. With gentle fingers, he traced a featherlight circle around one, then the other, pressing a soft kiss to each. “I’ll take a rain check, then.” He grinned. “And be warned, I fully intend to redeem it.”
Nick swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
He could feel her stare even as he strode naked to the bathroom.
Closing the door, he leaned against it, looking up at the ceiling. None of his fantasies about this woman had come remotely close to what she’d just done to him in that bedroom.
He looked down at himself.
Jesus. Semihard. And she hadn’t even let him touch her breasts. He felt a sting on his shoulders and looked in the mirror to see red crescent marks.
Jannie Larssen had marked him.
He chuckled softly. The physical evidence of how she’d marked his soul so many years ago.
When he returned after using the bathroom and washing his hands, he found her wearing a lavender camisole and matching shorts.
Apparently, she’d used the other bathroom.
Well, that was disappointing. He’d been hoping for round two.
He also wanted that nice steak at Cut, but from the look of her, dinner out was a no-go.
He was sure she wasn’t up to putting on that disguise she insisted on wearing whenever they went out in public.
“Are you hungry?”
She zoomed in on his bare chest. “Starving.”
“But you’re not in the mood to go out.”
“Not particularly.”
He found his boxers. “OK. I’ll cancel the reservation. We’ll order in again and just hang out.”
“So much for night flying,” she said.
One corner of his mouth kicked up as he pulled on his briefs. “I thought that was what we just did.”
Jannie laughed, and it was like music to his ears.
“Chinese?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He grabbed his phone to order as she picked up the homely stuffed German Shepherd, hugging it and smiling. Her cheeks were still rosy, her lips red and swollen, and there was a post-sex glow about her that made his pulse quicken.
He placed the order and set the phone on the nightstand, turning his full attention to her. “They said around thirty minutes.”
“Good. That gives us time.”
“For what?”
“To talk some more.”
“Talk?”
Oh. Right. This wasn’t a situation where he could disconnect his mind and just move straight to aftercare. This was new. He’d never experienced vanilla sex in any relationship. All his past experiences involved some form of bondage, even his first encounters at the Blonde Bombshell.
This was … hell, he didn’t know what it was. But it was different and surprisingly satisfying.
Jannie smiled at him from bed, looking gorgeously just fucked, gazing at him with genuine admiration as he approached. He passed the dresser mirror, and the image of his scrawny teenage self floated across the reflection. Sometimes, in a deep, secret part of him, he still felt like that guy.
And that fucking guy was high-fiving the hell out of him right now.
Jannie