hand and dipped his head to her sultry neck, scraping his teeth down her jugular. “You don’t have to like me.” Not yet, anyway.
Slow. Measured. Deep. Tremors wracked her body as her breath expelled in a long, lush sigh.
He did that to her.
The tension in her body changed and he knew she was on the edge of an orgasm. All she needed was a gentle push. He tugged a nipple ring with his lips as he ground into her.
And she flew.
He launched.
His orgasm rode with hers into God knew where. It came long, hard, and so deep from within him, Jack nearly lost his footing, it shook him so fiercely. He grasped her harder as she surged against him, riding her orgasm out. Her low moans of pleasure and soft, warm breath against his cheek stirred him beyond their orgasms. His lips brushed across hers and his tongue slid along her bottom lip.
Her mouth opened to his. He groaned, delving into her as the remnants of their orgasms worked through them. He couldn’t get her close enough to him. He didn’t want to let her go. Not so soon. Not again.
Bodies spent, they remained connected, each unable to move. Stevie was plastered against him, his arms around her bottom and back. As violent as his orgasm had been, he was still hard inside of her. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around him, still milking him.
Smiling, he lifted his head from where he had rested it in the nook of her shoulder. They were hot and sweat-soaked, and he’d never thought her sexier. He kissed the curve of her cheek as he slid his fingers into her damp hair.
Her body stiffened and it wasn’t because she wanted more of what he had just given her, though he had no doubt that was true. She had her fighting gloves back on. He respected it.
Reaching up, he untied her. Then with her legs still locked around his waist, he moved out of her slowly. As soon as he let her legs down and they touched the mat, she pushed off him and grabbed her clothes.
“You can go now, Special Agent,” she said, not looking at him.
“I don’t want to.”
Her head snapped back and her eyes narrowed. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want.”
He discreetly removed the heavy condom, but held it up. “Bathroom?”
Instead she grabbed a small trash can from the steps leading to the house and held it out for him. He dropped it inside and proceeded to dress. He didn’t hurry. Because he wasn’t leaving.
“I’m hungry,” he said casually.
Setting her hands on her hips, she made a snarling sound, then said, “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here, having your way with me, and demanding food.”
“I can’t help it. I haven’t eaten all day and you just fucked what energy I had left out of me.”
“I
fucked
you? You chained me to the goddamn ceiling!”
He smiled, liking it when her dander was up. There wasn’t much about her he didn’t like. “And I didn’t hear even a whimper of a complaint from you, either.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. He backed up a step, then turned the subject back to his stomach. “Fine, Stevie, I fucked you, you can pretend you hated it. I won’t pretend I loved it, or that I want to do it again,
soon,
but none of that changes the fact that I’m hungry.”
Stevie walked over to the control panel by the door and hit a button. The garage door began to ascend. “Between here and the hole you crawled out of this morning, I’m sure you can find some sustenance.”
Jack’s smile widened as he slid his belt on. “I was thinking you and me and a couple of Val’s burgers.”
“Val’s is closed on Mondays.”
He nodded. “Okay, then I’m not going to be picky right now, Stevie. I’m hungry and I don’t want to leave, so how about if we order some pizza?”
The incredulous look that crossed her face at his suggestion was priceless. He chuckled. “By that look I’d say you’re not feeling it.”
“Not even close.”
He slid on his shoes and glanced over at her, all dewy and defiant. Damn if he wasn’t getting