Her eyes narrowed. “Yeah? And how’s that working out for you?”
“Not too damn well,” he muttered.
Then to her shock, he closed the distance between them and pulled her roughly into his arms. He angled his head and pressed his lips to hers, devouring her mouth in a hot, breathless, toe-curling kiss.
She sighed into his mouth and melted into him, her body going liquid. Desire pooled in her belly and she reacted instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss.
“Been thinking of nothing else since that night,” he murmured. “Had to come back. You’re still under my skin, Maren. Can’t get rid of you. I think about you. I dream about you. That night only made it worse.”
She arched one eyebrow as she stared up at him. “And you think another night will help?”
“I don’t know, but what I do know is that I’m going to die if I don’t have you again. Make love with me, Maren. Spend another night with me.”
Though technically it was a request, it didn’t come out as one at all. It was more of a command, and it was voiced in a way that suggested he didn’t need or want an actual answer.
She was an idiot for doing this. Especially in light of what she suspected. But how could she throw a damper on the entire thing by saying she might be pregnant, or that she even suspected she could be?
There was an urgency to his every movement. The way he kissed her. The way he voiced his “request.” The way he looked at her, those intense blue eyes boring into her and heating her from the inside out. She couldn’t tell him no any more than she could give up breathing. He wasn’t the only one who’d thought of little else since that night, and it gave her immense satisfaction that he was here, when he’d sworn they’d only have one night.
“Do you want me, Maren? Do you ache like I do? Have you thought of that night?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “I’ve thought of you every single night when I go to bed alone and wish you were there.”
“Thank f**k,” he muttered.
Then he yanked her back into his arms and covered her mouth hungrily, as though he were starving for her. His tongue, hot and urgent, slid into her mouth, between her lips, tasting her and teasing her tongue with his.
“Bedroom,” he said between kisses.
“Lead the way,” she whispered back.
He swept her into his arms—and oh man did she love it when he hauled her around like she weighed nothing—and carried her into her bedroom, just as he’d done that first night. This time he wasn’t as gentle. He went with her onto the bed, coming down on top of her as she landed with a soft bounce.
His body pressed hard and urgent onto hers, his mouth never leaving her lips. As he kissed, he pulled at her clothing, pulled at his, somehow managing to get them both mostly naked while still devouring every inch of her mouth.
He pulled away long enough to yank his shirt over his head and tug impatiently at hers. His eyes glittered with satisfaction when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the T-shirt she’d just changed into.
“Brought a lot more condoms this time,” he said in a low rumble. “Plan on using every one of them.”
She bit her lip so she wouldn’t blurt out that they hadn’t been terribly effective the first time. She wasn’t going to ruin the moment, nor was she going to be stupid and play with fire by having him not wear a condom. If she wasn’t pregnant already, not using a condom was the fastest way for her to end up pregnant after all.
“How many?” she whispered.
“A lot,” he murmured back.
“I like a guy who comes prepared.”
He grinned down at her, the urgency melting away as his eyes lightened.
“I plan to get very creative tonight. I’m taking some downtime and I plan to make very good use of it.”
Her pulse accelerated. It sounded very much like he planned to hang around for a while. That was a complete one-eighty from the last time they’d hooked up, when he couldn’t get out of the door fast enough after a night of hot sex.
He frowned as he stared down at her. “That going to be okay with you?”
She reached up to smooth the lines at his brow. “I’m thinking it’s a very good way to spend your time off. I’ll do my best to make sure you get at least one of those Rs. Can’t promise how much rest you’ll get, but I think we’ll have the relaxed part covered.”
“Like the way you think.”
“We’re both naked, and you’re wasting time,” she pointed out.
He reached for a condom and deftly rolled it on before positioning himself between her thighs.
“Going to be fast this first time. I want inside you so bad I’m about to come apart at the seams. But I’ll make it up to you, Maren. I promise before the night is over, I’m going to make you come over and over.”
“Mmmm, I like the over-and-over part. And you have a very talented mouth.”
“I like the way you taste.”
His voice sent a shiver over her body. She quivered in anticipation, on edge, waiting for him to penetrate her.
No, they hadn’t had any foreplay, but she was so ready that it would be a miracle if she didn’t start coming the minute he got inside her. Foreplay could come later. Right now she just wanted him as deep inside her as he could go, and she wanted it fast and hard.
“I want you,” she whispered. “Hard, Steele. Fast and hard.”