Page 14 of Restless Ink
In answer, she slid her wet heat over him.
So he pushed,hard.
He was in her in one thrust, both of them gasping at the same time. She was so tight around him, so wet, so hot, that he stopped moving. He froze as he waited for her body to accommodate him. Then he leaned over her, kissed the back of her neck, and she tilted her head slightly so they could look each other in the eyes.
“Move,” she whispered.
He took her lips, then hemoved.
He slid in and out of her, breathing hard as she met him thrust for thrust. When his balls tightened, and his back tingled, he pulled out of her, then flipped her over again. She arched for him as he slid into her again. He needed her mouth as he fucked her, as she fucked him. Then she was suddenly on top of him, riding him with his hands on her breasts and her head thrown back like a goddess.
And when they both came, he was pretty sure he literally saw stars that had nothing to do with a knock on the head.
When Dimitri could think again, he ran his hand down Thea’s sweat-slick back, his body still shaking from aftershocks. She stiffened at his touch before levering herself over him, his dick still semi-hard inside her. She didn’t bother to cover up her breasts, and he barely resisted the urge to reach out and pluck at her delicate, pink nipples. He’d tasted every inch of her, even in his buzzed haze, but he wasn’t feeling the alcohol anymore. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d burned it all out of his system even if he hadn’t burned off all the lust.
“Thea.”
Gone was the woman who’d flirted back, who’d wiggled her ass on his face as if she couldn’t get enough of him. Gone was the woman full of confidence.
Gone was the Thea that had been with Dimitri.
She held up her hand, her face pale, her eyes glassy. Then she slid off him, the action sending shivers down his spine, but he willed himself not to react. This wasn’t the time for that, and hell, he didn’t know what he wanted anyway. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Couldn’t believe they’d done that—too much wine and beer or not.
When she stood up and went to the end table for the tissue box, he reached out for a few from her and cleaned himself off, tightly wrapping up the used condom. Then she wordlessly held out a small wastebasket so he could dispose of the mess. Her face was blank enough that he had no idea what she was thinking, what she wanted him to do beyond the basic mechanics of ridding himself of the condom and the evidence of what they’d just done. She wrapped an afghan around herself, covering herself from his gaze.
And since she still hadn’t said anything, he sat up and reached over to pull on his pants as well as the rest of his clothes. He had no idea what he should say, but he knew he needed to saysomething.
“Thea,” he said again as he pulled on his shirt.
“No. You need to go. Just…just go.”
“We need to talk.”
She pressed her lips together in a thin line, but before she could say anything, his phone rang. He cursed since he recognized the ringtone—and so did Thea.
“Answer it,” Thea said.
“Thea.”
“Answer the phone. Molly might need you for Captain.”
He let out another curse and grabbed his phone, even as he winced at Molly’s name on the screen—the ghost between them that wasn’t so much a ghost now.
“Molly,” he said briskly as he answered.
“I need you over here, Dimitri. Captain won’t eat, and I’m worried.”
His phone must have been loud enough, because Thea seemed to hear the words as well, her face going impossibly paler.
“Go,” she mouthed.
“I’ll be right there. Try to get him to eat, Molly.”
“I’vetried, Dimitri. It’s not working. I need you.”
Thea took a step back at those words, and Dimitri felt as if he’d been kicked in the gut.
“Be there soon.” He hung up and looked at Thea, still wrapped in her blanket, her hair tousled, her lips kiss-swollen, her lipstick faded and smeared. She looked so fucking beautiful, and he had no idea what to say just then.