Burning Up (17 page)

She nipped his lower lip between sharp white teeth, then slowly pulled away, scraping over his sensitive flesh until it slid free. She looked up at him with an expression that sent his last good intention up in smoke.

He was firmly with the program even before she said in a throaty voice, “Let’s break it in.”

F
OR MAYBE TWENTY SECONDS
Macy felt bold and in charge. Then Gabe took over. One minute she was leading this seduction, the next she was backed against the door with an aroused male pressing her into its wooden panels. His mouth, so hot, so damp, so commanding yet soft-lipped, ravaged her senses, and her only thought was an incoherent, desperately needy
more.
Wrapping herself around him, she gave back as good as she got.

The hard muscles of his chest flexed against her breasts as he reached up to untwine her arms from around his neck. Lacing their fingers together, he pinned her hands to the door beside her head. His thighs spreading, he bent his knees until his erection nudged the rapidly dampening notch between her legs. Swiveling his hips, he executed a slow grind.

Unprompted, her body performed the do-me dance in response, her breasts rubbing against the solid wall of his chest, her stomach stroking his tight abs, her sex arching into the stiff thrust of his where he’d positioned it to hit her just right.

Breath exploding from his lungs, he ripped his mouth free and stared down at her blindly for a
heartbeat as he rocked and rocked and rocked between her thighs.

Then his eyes regained a modicum of focus and with a groan, he stepped back.

“Nooo,” she protested.

“Gotta stop or I’ll go off like a thirteen-year-old kid with his first
Maxim
magazine.”

She stalked his retreat. “Don’t wanna stop.”

He stared at her with hot, frustrated eyes. “You’ve been through the wringer today, and the last thing you need is me going at you like an orangutan on Spanish fly because I’m too horny to be gentle.”

Ooh.
She
loved
the idea of pushing him over the edge, of making him lose that ironclad control of his. She didn’t need gentle or considerate or restrained right now. She wanted Gabriel wanting her as much as she wanted him. “The doctors said I’m fine, so don’t treat me like some fragile flower. Let’s finish what we started. Now!”

He reached her in one giant stride. “Don’t say I didn’t give sensitivity a shot,” he growled, pressing her back against the wall. Big hands slapping down on either side of her head, he leaned into his forearms, caging her in and clamping his mouth over hers in a kiss that was short on gentleness and long on heat-lightning–hot desire.

Macy instantly ignited. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she strained against him, rubbing against his solid, massive body as she tried to get close, closer.

He raised his head, his eyes burning down at her. “God, I want you—wanna be deep inside you feeling you come all over me.” Catching her bottom lip between his teeth, he tugged, then slowly let it slide free. He bent his knees at the same time as he shoved her scrubs top up to bunch above the thrust of her breasts, then closed his mouth over a pebbled nipple and sucked hard.

She gasped, arching her back. Her fingers spearing into his dark hair, she held him to her even as she panted, “Feels good, feels so good. But I don’t need foreplay. Want you in me now. God, please, Gabriel.
Now.
”

He reached between them and loosened the drawstring on her pants, then unzipped and pushed down his own jeans as she kicked free of her borrowed hospital bottoms. Wrapping his hands around her hips he lifted her up against the wall and stepped between her legs. Macy locked her legs around his hips as she felt the head of his penis, hot and broad, press against her slick opening.

“Condom?” she panted.

“Shit!” Gabe pressed his forehead against hers for a moment. What the hell was he thinking? With a low groan, he set her on her feet. “Don’t move!” he ordered and took a long-legged stride to the air bed. He squatted in front of the little chest next to it and in a second was back, spitting out the top of the condom package he’d ripped off with his teeth. He rolled the protection on.

He picked her up again and muscled her legs apart, lined up his dick and pushed, hissing through clenched teeth as the head of his cock eased past the muscular ring protecting her entrance. She was tight. Jesus, so incredibly tight. Pressing deeper with cautious slowness, he grit his teeth as he felt himself sink inch by hanging-by-his-fingernails inch into a hot, wet satin vise that slowly parted against the steady pressure only to clamp around him like a lubricious second skin that had shrunk a size too small. He wanted nothing more than to pound into her but was afraid of going too fast, and it seemed like dog years before he was finally in her as deep as a man could go.

He dropped his head. “God, you feel good,” he said and kissed her. He swiveled his hips, then pulled back.

“You, too,” she whispered against his lips as he started pumping in and out of her with gentle, shallow thrusts. Slowly, the almost uncomfortably tight sheath grasping him relaxed slightly and her breath began to hitch. His thrusts promptly grew more emphatic until he was drawing almost all the way out of her before slamming back in. Drawing back and slamming in.

“Oh, God, Gabriel,” she said hoarsely, staring up at him, all slumberous eyes and glowing, flushed skin. Using the grip of her strong legs on his hips to move, she angled her pelvis to meet each thrust. “I feel, oh, God, you make me feel so…” Her words trailed into a moan.

He watched the need flicker across her face as she moved in concert with him, then hunched to lightly bite one nipple. Raising his head, he demanded, “How? How do I make you feel?” Hands grasping her butt, he jerked her to him and ground in slow oscillations, wanting to stamp his ownership all over her.

Macy grasped his head and gave him a fierce kiss that was all hot tongue and soft lips. Pulling back, she said, “Right. You feel so
right.
”

Yes.
Forgetting every fancy move he’d ever learned, he picked up his speed even more, his hips pistoning him in and out of her. Deeper. Harder. Faster.

He must have found her sweet spot, for a frantic sound burbled out of her throat. “
Gabe?
Oh, God, Gabriel,
please.
”

He clenched his teeth as she tightened around him, as he felt the preliminary clasp and unclasp that heralded her climax, his balls drawing up as his own release gathered at the base of his scrotum. Then she was coming and there was nothing preliminary about the hard, strong contractions gripping, tugging,
milking
his cock. Groaning deep in his chest, he thrust deep one last time and held.

Macy’s voice climbed several octaves even as the top of his head threatened to blow off his shoulders. “Oh, Christ, Macy, I’m com—oh, Jesus, you’re so fucking tight and I’m—” As the pressure grew more and more intense, his entire body tensed and he was so focused he forgot to breathe.

Then he roared her name as he came in hot, violent pulsations that went on and on and on as Macy clung to his neck and dug her heels into the small of his back.

He didn’t have a clue how much time had passed before he finally collapsed against her, driving the breath from her lungs in a whoosh. “Sorry.” He forced himself to lean back when all he wanted was to slump against her, to feel her cushioning him like the softest of beds. “You okay?”

Her lashes fluttered up, and a soft smile of fulfillment curved her mouth. “Oh, yeah. You could say that.”

Satisfaction flashed through him. Satisfaction and something deeper, more primitive, something that whispered
mine
when it looked at her.

A sliver of alarm sliced through him, but he pushed it away. He wasn’t letting anything wreck this. Not some caveman-possessive shit, not the tendrils of unease that plucked at him when he considered his loss of control.

Screw that. He felt good. Too good to analyze to death what had just happened. This was nothing like it had been when he was a kid, anyway. Then any willing female would have fit the bill—the girls had all been interchangeable. But today he knew
exactly
who was in his arms. It was Macy he desired, Macy who left him feeling as if he’d just ingested the world’s best feel-good narcotic.

Which wasn’t to say he couldn’t show her how it
felt to be sexed up by a guy in control, he thought as her legs slipped down his. He gently lowered her onto her feet and stepped back, steadying her. Watched, amused, as she primly pulled her top down, then admired that sweet round butt as she bent to grab her pants and pull them up her long legs. A hank of hair had pulled free from her ponytail to trail down her neck and her lips were swollen and pink, while a dark flush stained her skin when she turned back to face him.

He leaned down to kiss her in appreciation. She looked like a woman who’d just gotten hers, which left him feeling pretty damn good.

“That took the edge off,” he said. “Let’s see if I can’t wreck you for other men in the next go-around.”

Gabe’s grin was all white teeth and satisfied male ego, and Macy snorted. “As if.” Okay, that was weak, but it was the best she could manage since she was too busy thinking,
There’s going to be a next go-around?

“Ah. A challenge.” Gray eyes darkening, he slicked his tongue over his lower lip. “I like that.” And he swept her up in his arms.

In the time it took her to register his body heat pumping through the fabric of her scrubs, he’d carried her the few steps to the air bed and laid her on its smooth sheets. Squatting on the floor by her feet, he leaned forward to stroke his hands down the purple fabric covering her thighs, her knees, her shins. Then,
grasping the hems of her scrub pants, he abruptly surged to his feet, shaking her out of the pajamalike bottoms she’d just donned.

“What the—?”

He shot her a cocky grin that made her roll her eyes. Yet she had to swallow a smile because, secretly, she got a kick out of this playful side of him. It was unexpected and charmed her pants off. She gave her bare legs a rueful look. Literally.

He climbed onto the air bed with her, eased her up into a seated position and peeled the top over her head with one swift, economical movement. Her hair was still drifting back to her shoulders when he let go, looking down at her with hot, satisfied eyes as she flopped, buck-naked, back onto the mattress.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “Every artist needs his canvas. And mine—?” His heavy-lidded gaze followed his fingertip as it traced a path over her collarbone, between her breasts and down her diaphragm to her navel. Inserting the callused tip into the shallow swirl, he raised his gaze, letting Macy see his appreciation. “She’s a beaut.”

She should probably feel exposed, lying here without a stitch while he had on a shirt with a hem long enough to hide all but a peek-a-boo glimpse of the goods. Yet for the first time in she couldn’t remember how long, she didn’t feel the need for the protective covering of one of her costumes. “Let’s see
my
canvas,” she demanded, giving him a long,
slow perusal. “I hope it’s not one of those paint-by-numbers jobs.”

Toeing off his shoes and stepping out of his jeans, he whipped his T-shirt off over his head.

“Ooh.” She sat up, staring at his wide shoulders, at the black fan of chest hair that narrowed to a thin silky line down the defined muscles of his abs. “I remember this torso—although I do believe it may be the first time I’ve seen it dry. The other times I’ve seen you shirtless, you were coming out of a shower or a dunk tank.” Then her gaze traveled lower. “I must say, though, that
that
—” she indicated his no-longer-rampant penis hanging between his thighs “Well, it felt a lot bigger.” She snickered like a schoolgirl.

“You’re such a card.” He stood on first one foot then the other as he pulled his socks off. Tossing them aside, he came down on one knee on the air mattress and threw his other over her thighs to straddle her.

He gave her a slow, carnal smile. “You females have it all over us poor guys with that multiple orgasm thing you’ve got going, so this is just for you.” Pressing her hands back against the silky cotton sheet on either side of her head, his long fingers gently encasing her wrists, he slid down her body.

“Oh, but—” Her voice trailed off as his teeth scraped the skin on her throat and she surged beneath him, rotating her wrists to break his grip so she could hold him in return.

He didn’t turn her loose.

She bucked. “Hey. ’Scuse me. Holding me down here.”

“I know,” he murmured between descending kisses, settling more firmly atop her. “I like it. I’ve thought about holding you down. Making you scream. That’s my new goal,” he whispered, stringing more of those kisses back up her throat. “I’m going to make you scream.” Another openmouthed kiss, this one behind her left ear. “And scream.” His teeth suddenly closed over the lobe, warm breath gusting down the whorls and making her shiver. “And
scream.
”

“I’d like to see you try,” she said with weak defiance. But holy shit. She’d deny it with her dying breath, because it was sooo un-PC, but his words had her clamping her thighs together. Never having had a multiple orgasm, she’d assumed she was done.

But maybe he was onto something.

“Oh, I’ll do more than try.” He pushed up on his fingertips, keeping her wrists caged even as his palms lifted to avoid compressing them, and bent his head to kiss her.

“Lemme go, lemme go,” she pleaded every time he lifted his mouth to change the angle. And she began to move beneath the newly resurgent need twisting through her system. She’d had sex before, of course. But never had she experienced the lack of control she always seemed to feel with Gabriel. She
wanted
another orgasm. Wanted
him
to touch her, take her, give her the reward these restless feelings promised. The way he had before.

“Soon.” This kiss was deep and slow, and she arched, scraping her nipples against his chest hair. Raising his mouth, he shifted to once again kiss his way down her neck. He made his way down her chest but then halted his descent, his lips inches above her breast. His breath fanned her nipple and it tightened, grew longer. He studied it with intent eyes but didn’t touch it.

She arched her back but…couldn’t…quite…make it…reach. Panting, she dropped back onto the bed, her gaze locked with single-minded intensity on his mouth with its full lower lip and the hint of teeth showing beneath his sterner upper lip. The damn thing was
centimeters
from where she needed it and she raised her gaze to find him watching her with smoldering intensity.