“Oh hell yeah,” he breathed out.
He pushed inside her with one strong thrust. She arched her back and closed her eyes as a cry of pleasure ripped from her throat. He paused deep inside her and when she reopened her eyes, he was staring down at her, his gaze glittering, his jaw clenched tight.
“Give me a second,” he ground out. “God, you feel so damn good. I could never get enough. I touch you and I’m ready to come.”
“Then come,” she murmured. “We have all night. You mentioned R and R, right? That means we have all the time in the world. I’m sure I can get you motivated properly after you come this time.”
He smiled again and kissed her lingeringly. “Bet your ass you can motivate me. All you have to do is look at me and I get hard.”
“Then let’s go,” she said urgently. “I need you, Steele. I’m right there with you. Make it happen for both of us.”
He withdrew and plunged forward, rocking his hips against hers. He closed his eyes, his expression one of utter satisfaction. His entire body tightened, his muscles coiling and bunching at his chest and arms.
He rocked against her, withdrawing and then plunging deep, each time molding his body to hers, pressing her hard into the mattress.
He blanketed her, his warmth bleeding into her already flushed skin. She inhaled sharply, savoring his scent, and then she caught his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck to anchor him firmly against her lips.
“Get there,” he ground out. “I’m coming. Tell me what you need, Maren. Want you with me.”
She slipped one hand between them and he lifted his hips just enough that she could slide her fingers over her clit. She stroked and found her sweet spot, rotating as he continued to thrust into her.
Her orgasm rose, quick and breathtaking. He was thrusting faster and harder, his hips straining against hers, trapping her hand between them.
Then he lowered his forehead to hers, so their noses touched and their lips hovered just a breath away.
“You undo me,” he whispered.
Those simple words sent her flying straight over the edge. Her orgasm flashed and then came in wave after wave, pleasure coursing through her veins like a potent drug. She arched into him, straining to get closer. And then she cried out his name just before he claimed her lips again, sucking her breath into his mouth.
His hips crashed down, his body driving relentlessly into hers. She swallowed his hoarse cry as his release tumbled over him. And then finally he came down over her, his weight pressing her into the bed.
She pulled her hand free and wrapped both arms around him, stroking up and down his back as he shuddered with the last of his release.
He buried his face in her neck and she could feel his hot breaths against her skin.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmured just below her ear. “Don’t know how I’ll ever walk away from you.”
She went silent, some of her euphoria evaporating. No, she wasn’t expecting anything permanent or anything crazy like commitment from him. But neither did she want him speaking of walking away when he was buried deep inside her, his body completely blanketing her.
“Then don’t go,” she whispered.
He pressed a kiss to her neck and then rolled to the side, slipping free from her body. When he got up to discard the condom, she reached down, testing for any sign of wetness or evidence that the condom had broken. But she felt nothing more than her own moisture.
Maybe the other was a fluke. Maybe it didn’t break at all and maybe she wasn’t pregnant. She wouldn’t know for sure until those results came back. And if he planned on staying a while, it was likely he’d still be here when she got the results. Then, if she was indeed pregnant, she’d tell him face to face. It certainly wasn’t news she wanted to deliver over the phone or by having a message passed along to him by Sam, Garrett or Donovan.
Satisfied that if he was hanging around he’d be there when she got the results back, she shoved the matter from her mind and focused instead on the gorgeous male specimen crawling back into her bed with a fresh condom in his hand.
Yeah, she liked a man who came prepared, and she was going to enjoy using every damn one of those condoms.
CHAPTER 10
MAREN woke from a dreamy fog that surrounded her. She was utterly sated, her body deliciously sore. Parts of her still throbbed and she stretched experimentally only to collide with a hard male form.
She turned her head, instantly seeing a muscled chest. She was lying flat on her back and Steele was on his side facing her, his leg and arm thrown possessively over her body. She let out a sigh and his eyes opened. He regarded her lazily, making no effort to loosen his hold on her.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
“What time is it?” she whispered.
“Oh six hundred.”
She groaned.
His eyebrow went up. “Everything okay?”
She grimaced. “No. I have to get up and get showered. My patients start showing up at the clinic at around seven. Sometimes earlier. It’s first come, first served, and so they line up early and wait for me to open.”
“Want some help?”
She blinked, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t entirely certain what he’d planned to do while she was working or if he’d even planned to stay. They hadn’t discussed it other than his saying he was taking some downtime. That could mean anything. Maybe she was just a stop on his way to somewhere else.
“Uh sure, if you want to come hang out at the clinic, I’d love the company.”