Free Emeralds, Rubies, and Camouflage by Olivia Jaymes

and her body trembling as her orgasm took her over the cliff.
    Kissing his way up her torso as she gradually came down, Holt retrieved a condom from the wallet in his pants pocket and set it on the nightstand.Her fingers began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt but he quickly pulled back, undoing just a few if she wanted to slide her hands inside but not enough that she would be able to explore the damaged flesh in detail. The palms of her hands flattened on his bare chest, hot and eager.
    “I want to make love to you too,” Myra whispered against his lips and his own body shook with the effort tohold back. Every instinct he possessed was screaming to take her, bury himself so deep they wouldn’t know where he ended and she began. The alpha inside wanted to conquer, pillage, vanquish by bringing her more pleasure than she’d ever believed possible. More than with any man before him. Or after.
    “You are. You have.” Holt nipped at the lobe of her shell-like ear and then laved the hurt withhis tongue. “It’s been awhile for me and I’m not sure I can hold back much longer.”
    Truth be told, his cock was solid concrete and his aching balls were pulled up tight. He reached down yanked open his pants and pulled them down just enough so his cock finally sprang free. Her soft fingers immediately wrapped around it, dragging a tortured groan from his lips even as arousal raced through everymuscle and bone.
    “Baby,” Holt growled. “Take it easy on me. I want you so goddamn much.”
    “Yes, now.” Her tone of urgency matched his own and he hastily grabbed the condom from the bedside table, ripping it open and rolling it on with shaking fingers.
    He lined up his cock with her slit and pressed forward, hot, wet velvet hugging every inch of him and almost sending him over right away. Grittinghis teeth, his jaw aching, he moved slowly, letting her adjust to his size. She was tight, the walls of her pussy gripping his cock with each stroke.
    His pulse pounded in his head and sweat pooled on the back of his neck as he called on every bit of strength he had to hold back, make this wonderful for her. Her fingers were digging into the muscles of his back and even through the cotton of hisshirt he could feel the edge of her nails. Her passion spurred his own and he built up speed, thrusting hard and fast.
    Her breath was coming faster now and her hips lifted off the bed to meet every stroke. He didn’t think he was going to make it, the pressure building unbearably in his lower back when her pussy clamped down on his cock and she cried out his name. His own orgasm hit him like afreight train and he thrust in one last time as his cock jerked and swelled.
    Groaning, he slumped over her as he dragged air into his starved lungs. Her hands were stroking his damp back through his shirt and she pressed kisses on the exposed flesh of his neck.
    “I need to take care of the condom, sweetheart.”
    Holt pulled away slowly and swiftly dropped a kiss on her nose before padding intothe bathroom. A few minutes later he came back out to find Myra sitting up in bed, covers pulled to her neck, but the bedside lamp on.
    He’d needed that time in the bathroom alone to come to grips with what had happened between them. It had been a far cry from the almost clinical coupling he’d experienced since the accident. He’d forgotten what it was like to be with someone he gave a damn about.

    And he more than gave a damn about Myra.
    The only thing he didn’t know was where they went from here. He wasn’t sure he was capable of having a normal, loving relationship anymore. So much had happened. He’d changed.
    Just because he wanted something didn’t make it so. Even if you had loads of money. It simply didn’t work like that. He’d found out the hard way.
    “You’re scowling,” Myra observedas he neared the edge of the bed. “Was it that bad?”
    She wasn’t smiling or laughing so he didn’t think the question was in jest. He shook