She answered avidly each urgent demand, each desperate moan. His hands were everywhere, hard and possessive, taking more only when she cried out for it. There was no calm water to sink in now, but a violent tempest that spun them both over the bed in a tangle of hot flesh and raging needs.
He couldn't stop, no longer gave a damn about control. She was his, and by God, he would have all of her. With something like a snarl, he clamped her hands above her head and ravished her flesh.
She arched like a bow, twisted, and still he plundered, invading that hot, wet core with probing tongue until she was sobbing his name.
And more, still more, wrestling over the bed with her hands as rough and ready as his, her mouth as bold and ravenous.
He drove himself into her, hard and deep, hissing with triumph, eyes glazed and dark. His hands locked on hers as she rose to meet him.
She would remember the speed, and the wild freedom, of their mindless mating. And she would remember the heady flavor of power as they plunged recklessly off the e.g. together.
She must have slept. When she woke, she was sprawled on her stomach across the bed. The rain had stopped and night had fallen. When her mind cleared, she became aware of dozens of small aches, and a drugged sense of satisfaction.
She thought of rolling over, but it seemed like too much trouble. Instead, she stretched out her arms, searching the tumbled bed, knowing already that she was alone.
She heard the bird squawk slyly.
You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve?
She was still chuckling when Nathaniel stepped back into the room.
What do you do, run old movies for him all day?
He's a Bogart fan. What can I tell you?
It amazed him that he felt awkward, holding a dinner tray white a naked woman lolled in his bed.
That s a pretty good
scar you've got there, sugar.
She was much too content to be embarrassed when she saw where his eyes had focused.
I earned it. That's a pretty good dragon you've got.
I was eighteen, stupid, and more than a little buzzed on beer. But I guess I earned it, too.
Suits you. What have you got there?
Thought you might be hungry.
I'm starving.
She braced herself on both elbows and smiled at him.
That smells
terrific. I didn't know you cooked.
I don't. Dutch does. I cadge handouts from the kitchen, then nuke them.
Nuke them?
Zap them in the microwave.
He set the tray down on the sea chest at the foot of the bed.
We've got some Cajun chicken, some wine.
Mmm...
She roused herself enough to lean over and peer at it.
Looks wonderful.
But I really need to get Kevin.
I talked to Suzanna.
He wondered if he could talk her into eating dinner just as she was, gloriously naked.
Unless she hears from you, Kevin's set to spend the night with them.
Oh. Well.
She says he's already knee-deep in video games with Alex and Jenny.
And if I called, I'd spoil his party.
Pretty much.
He sat on the e.g. of the bed, ran a fingertip down her spine.
So,
how about it? Sleep with me tonight?
I don't even have a toothbrush.
I can dig up an extra.
He broke off a piece of chicken, fed it to her.
Oh.
She swallowed, blew out a breath.