Page 84 of Lawbreaker

“I don’t care about your background.”

“One day, you might,” he said.

“Pessimist,” she chided. “There’s no tomorrow. There’s only today. Only right now. Right here...”

She smoothed her bare leg over both of his and moved sinuously against him, sighing. “Potato chips,” she whispered, her voice vibrant with rekindling desire.

He rolled her over. “I’ll show you potato chips,” he teased, and his mouth slowly covered hers.

He took longer. He moved with maddening slowness. He had her crying out, begging for relief, and still it didn’t come.

Finally, he eased himself up against the head of the bed and pulled her over him, onto him, and moved her a little roughly on his body. He groaned as he increased the pressure and the pace.

“Tony!” she cried out, frightened as the spiral began, climbing up and up and up to heights she hadn’t experienced their first time.

“Feel me,” he whispered roughly. “Feel me deep in your body. As deep as I can get. That’s why...we’re doing it...like this. I want...all of you!”

His voice broke as passion overwhelmed them both. She shuddered as the wave hit her, so strong and volatile that she almost couldn’t take it. Under her, his muscles spasmed, too, in the heat of a passion so high that she thought she might die of it.

He turned her over suddenly and drove into her. What she’d thought was the culmination was only a plateau. He pushed her up a new one, and she cried out so loudly that he covered her mouth with his to muffle the sound. It was the most exciting few minutes of his life. Of hers, too. She hadn’t dreamed that her body was capable of so much pleasure. Almost too much. She sobbed as she finally came down to earth again, held tight in his arms.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked at once. “Baby, I’m sorry...!”

“I’m not hurt,” she sobbed against his chest. “It was so sweet, so sweet, and it only lasted for a few seconds!”

“Yes.” He relaxed a little, smoothing her over his body with both hands. “What a night!”

She kissed his shoulder. “Oh, yes.” She sighed. “I’m so sleepy...”

She fell asleep in his arms.

She woke the next morning with very sore places and vivid memories of the night before.

She was in her bed, alone, and totally nude. While she was recalling what they’d done, the door opened and Tony came in, wearing his pajamas and carrying a mug of black coffee.

He grinned when she flushed. He put the coffee down and pulled off the covers, pulling her back when she tried to dive under them.

“No way,” he teased, pulling her across his lap to study every soft inch of her. “We’re together now. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

She searched his dark eyes. They held such tenderness that they made her feel warm all over. She was in awe of him.

He touched her soft breasts, watching them peak, watching her arch up to his touch helplessly.

“You are the sweetest candy I’ve ever had,” he whispered, bending to kiss a hard nipple.

She moaned and tugged at his head, protesting when he tried to lift it again.

“No, honey,” he said softly. “It would hurt you now. I was too greedy last night.”

She understood at once what he meant. She grimaced. “I am sort of...sore,” she confessed.

“Me, too.”

Her eyebrows arched. “Men get sore?”

He gave her a sideways glance. “We both have tender spots. Too much rubbing...?”

“Stop!” She put her hand over his mouth, flushing.