Free Heat of the Night by Sylvia Day

after
that
?"
    He buried a chuckle in the fragrant mass of black glossy curls and tightened his embrace. Just as he'd expected, she was soft and warm, a much appreciated refuge and delight in a world gone to shit. Never one to hide from trouble, he was nevertheless tempted to hide with Stacey. Just hole up in a bedroom somewhere and pretend that none of the last few weeks had ever happened. "You're rubbing and grinding your hot little body all over me. I would be worried if I
weren't
hard."
    "You're insane. I'm wiped out."
    "Are you?" he purred, sliding one hand between her spread legs. He arched his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her while cupping a full breast with his free hand. With reverent fingertips he circled her clit, careful to move gently after her earlier frantic rubbing. "I'll do all the work, don't worry."
    "I-I'm not… Oh! I can't…"
    "Sure you can, darlin'." Connor licked around the shell of her ear, then dipped his tongue inside. She shivered and creamed around his cock. It felt delicious and he nudged his hips upward in gentle pushes, massaging inside her delectably tight cunt with the broad head of his cock. Pleasuring her with his body and all of his skill. Feeling the chill created by the nightmares and his homesickness melt from the heat of her response.
    She began to whimper and writhe, straining in his arms, voicing breathless pleas, "… yes… oh god… deeper…"
     
    He caught her nipple in his fingers and pinched it, tugged it. Her inner muscles rippled along his length making him groan.
    "That's it," he praised, completely infatuated by her response. She was totally focused on him, as he was on her, which was perfect.
She
was perfect.
    Stacey fell apart in his embrace with a thready cry that almost set him off. He clenched his jaw and held back, gentling her with kisses and murmurs of appreciation.
    "Jesus," she gasped, her head falling to the side to press her cheek to his. "Three orgasms in an hour. Are you trying to kill me?"
    "Are you complaining? I can try harder."
    She smacked his hand when he tweaked her nipple and he laughed.
    "I like your laugh," she said shyly.
    "I like you."
    "You don't know me."
    "Hmm… I know you love your son and you're a good friend to Lyssa. I know you're tough and you raised a child alone without any support, something you resent and rightfully so. You're uninhibited and comfortable in your skin. You've got a wicked sense of humor and you don't trust men to want you for more than sex."
    "Sometimes that's convenient." She giggled, and the girlish sound combined with her lush woman's body made him even harder. "Jesus. You might want to get that thing checked."
    "I've only had one orgasm to your three," he pointed out. "And I want you for more than sex."
    She stiffened.
    "I have no friends here, Stacey. Besides Aidan."
    "Listen…" She struggled up to a seated position and lifted off of him.
    Sighing inwardly with disappointment, Connor rose, too, and reached down to tug off the annoying condom. Such precautions weren't necessary in the Twilight where diseases did not exist and reproduction had to be planned, but he couldn't tell her that. She wouldn't believe him.
    "Friends-with-benefits is a great arrangement for a lot of people. But not for me."
    He took a moment to step into the nearby downstairs guest bathroom and disposed of the condom. "Okay…"
    He lifted the toilet seat and began pissing with the door open, waiting for her to finish voicing her objection.
    Stacey leaned against the jamb and watched him warily. Relieving himself in plain sight was base and a bit crude, but also undeniably intimate, which was what he wanted. Intimacy. Connection. He'd take it anyway he could get it. It also appeared to fascinate her enough to forget that she was naked from the waist down, a view he appreciated immensely.
    "I can't decide if you're completely rude and arrogant," she murmured, almost to herself, "which I hate. Or if you're simply open and