Page 100 of Just One Look

“Oh. That would be …” She cleared her throat. “Fine. That would be fine.”

“Good,” he said. “Then let’s go.”

* * *

He’d startedup the stairs with her a civilized man, but by the time he’d made it to the top behind that arse, he’d had other ideas. By the time he’d got his hands all over her, all he’d wanted was to bend her over the back of the couch and fuck her now.

He’d do it better later. He’d do it slow and gentle and sweet. Right now, though? He couldn’t.

When he felt the uncertainty in her, though, something shifted again, and he was taking her through to the bedroom. A single light, mounted to shine up onto the paua shell photo over the bed, so all you saw was those glowing blue-green waves, and the dim light and dark shadows of the big bed, the humped pillows.

He told her, “Climb up on the bed. On your knees, so you’re tall enough. And face away from me.”

She looked at him, face uplifted, eyes widening, and he thought,Wrong move, mate. You should be kissing her first.And then she crawled onto the bed and did it, and he forgot.

The feeling when he pushed her over, one hand on her upper back, and she was on her hands and knees. When his hands were running lightly over her back, up her spine, all the way down, over the curves of her arse, and to the backs of her thighs, then back up again. Over and over, going a little higher up her thighs each time, a little closer, feeling her light up that little bit more every time. He couldn’t bend over and kiss her, so his hands had to do the job.

Fortunately, he had good hands.

When she was trembling, when her head was hanging down and her hair was falling in her face, he said, “Stay there,” and gave her a little slap on the arse to emphasize the point. She jumped and moaned, and he said, “Bloody hell,” and did it again, harder this time, and she moaned a little more. After that, he was getting a condom on pretty smartly, and then he was behind her again, wrapping his hand around her hair, pulling her head back, and saying, “I’m going to fuck you now. You can tell me how you like it, but I’m going to do it.” And oh, yeh, she loved that dirty talk, because she didn’t answer him. She just made some more noise, and the excitement was spiking in him, fierce and hot.

When he got both hands on her hips and pushed his way inside her, it was slow, it was tight, and it was so warm. When he stopped there, she tensed. And when he touched the little fingertip vibrator to her, her back arched like a bow.

He kept it slow. He kept it strong. He kept that vibrator right there. She was twisting like she was trying to get away, but when he took his hand off her, she gasped, “No,” and pulled it back again.

“Oh,” he said. “Trying to twist out of my grip is sexy, is it? Especially if I won’t let you? You’re not going to get away. I’ve got you, and I’m keeping you underneath me as long as I want, because that’s where you belong.” Feeling her respond to that, and going a little harder now, a little faster.

She still wasn’t saying anything. That was because she was starting to make those little yelping noises that told you a woman was right there. He flicked the switch with his thumb and changed the pattern on the vibrator, so it was hitting her in waves, upped the intensity, got his hand more firmly around her thigh, and said, “I’m going to fuck you hard now. Get ready to take it.”

She couldn’t answer. That was because she was coming, the waves overtaking her. Jerking back against him, over and over again, calling out. And he was grabbing her hair again, pulling her head back, saying, “Come again for me. Do it now.” Holding her by her hair, by the hand on her thigh, that vibrator up to the max now, pulsing into her in sharp little bursts.

She shook. She wailed. She was crying, at least he thought so, saying, “Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t … Ican’t.”And then she came like thunder and lightning, jerking against him, pulling the orgasm out of him, a siren sent from the sea to test a man’s limits.

And when he was spilling into her, groaning with the pleasure and the agony of it, she was still coming.

* * *

She said,“I hate to ask what you do the second time.”

They were lying across the bed, finally, her head on his chest, his hand in her hair again, gentle this time. He said, “What? No good?”

She laughed. How could you do anything else? “Luka,” she said, “you made mecry.”

There was some laughter in his own voice. “That’s generally not the outcome I’m going for, though.”

“How’s your neck?” she asked. “How much did that strain it?”

He sent a slow hand down her side, over her hip, her thigh, and said, “I wasn’t fussed about my neck. Couldn’t kiss you, though. Next time, we’re going to find a way to do it so I can kiss you.”

“Mm.” She was getting sleepy. “Height difference. I guess you’re good at overcoming that. Plus your neck. Thank you, though. That was great. And do they deliver anywhere here? Because I’m starving.”

He got still, then said, “That’s it, then? No talk?”

“What?” He didn’t answer, and she sat up, shoved her hair out of her eyes, said, “Luka,” and bent down and kissed his mouth, the way she’d thought she’d be doing up here in bed with him, and his hand twisted in her hair again. She said, still against his mouth, “We’re just having fun here, right? I mean, obviously,” and kissed him again, better this time. He was great to kiss. You could be as dirty and as hungry as you wanted, and he’d come back even hungrier. “You don’t have to say any of those things you probably never want to say anyway,” she told him. “I’m a text that you answer. Or not.”

He was sitting up now, and she put a hand behind his head. He said, “I’m fine.” Impatiently, and then he was sitting back against the pillows, frowning at her, asking, “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she said. “Probably. I told you, I don’t keep dates. Besides, you already told me I’m a piece of ass. That’s kind of hard for a woman to forget. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve established the rules here.” She felt the way she had when he’d had that vibrator on her, though, when she was trying to squirm away. His eyes were too intense. What did hewantfrom her?