Tooth And Nailed Part 17

"Jack," she gasped.

"What, baby," he breathed, ducking his face to her neck to lick and suck at the sweat and dried blood gathered there. "What do you need? Tell me."

She flexed her hands in his, gripping his fingers as tight as she could. "I need you to move," she cried.

"I am moving," he protested, and kept up his steady pace.

"You're not moving enough," she countered, pus.h.i.+ng up with her hips in a frantic bid to jar him out of his lazy pace. "I want to come."

"I know, baby," he said, and nipped at the side of her neck again. "But I don't want you to."

Horrified, she shrank back into the pillows. "What?"

He chuckled at the panicked look on her face but didn't alter his pace one millimeter. "I don't want it to be over yet," he explained, brus.h.i.+ng a kiss over lips still parted in shock. "I just want to feel you for as long as possible. Surrounding me with your heat, your c.u.n.t so wet for me. You're so wet for me, Rowan, so soft and hot and wet, I just can't get enough."

"Oh G.o.d," she breathed. "That's good, that's a good one and I love you for it but I still want to come."

He chuckled. "Not yet."

She made a sound halfway between a whimper and a growl. "Please!"

He growled into her neck and s.h.i.+fted his weight, moving up her body slightly so that every downward thrust dragged the shaft of his c.o.c.k over her swollen and sensitized c.l.i.t. She half screamed, the sudden sharpness of the sensation pus.h.i.+ng her to the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m. But he just continued the slow and steady pace, and she stayed poised on the brink.

"You cruel, heartless son of a b.i.t.c.h," she snarled. She tried to pull her hands from beneath his but he tightened his grip, chuckling while she hissed in frustration.

"You're adorable when you're angry," he all but cooed at her then had to rear back, laughing, to avoid her snapping teeth. "Keep it up and I'll slow down."

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d," she gasped, groaning as he thrust deep.

"Mmmm," he said. "That's right. Heartless, cruel, concerned only with my own pleasure." He grinned fiercely and thrust again, wringing another gasping cry from her lips.

"I hate you," she moaned.

"Oh that's too bad," he said, licking the weeping wound on her neck. "Because I'm not at all finished yet. I guess you'll have to just lie back and think of England."

Rowan didn't think she could stand five more seconds of his slow, steady thrusting. With her legs pinned back practically to her ears and her hands trapped, she didn't have a lot of options left for moving things along. She tried s.h.i.+fting her hips, pumping them up to meet his thrusts, but he ruthlessly controlled her movements with his body weight. She tried to reach his neck with her mouth, intending to nibble and suck and drive him as crazy as he was driving her. But he simply s.h.i.+fted out of her reach, dragging his lips from her neck to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and she could feel a sob of frustration building in her chest.

She felt him smile against her breast as he ground himself into her, giving her just enough c.l.i.toral stimulation to make her insane. With little to no physical recourse to s.h.i.+ft the balance of power, she decided to use the only weapon she hada"her voice.

"Oh G.o.d," she breathed, pouring all of her arousal and yearning into the words. "G.o.d, I love it when you f.u.c.k me, Jack."

"Tell me," he muttered, and she noted with satisfaction the laughter was gone from his voice.

"Your c.o.c.k feels so good inside my c.u.n.t," she panted, feeling the appendage in question twitch at her words. "It just feels so big, so thick, I get wet just thinking about you f.u.c.king me."

He lifted his head to look down at her with glittering eyes. She met his gaze unflinchingly and licked her kiss-swollen lips. "I can feel you so deep in me," she whispered. "f.u.c.king me so good."

His lips peeled back from his teeth in a soundless snarl and the sight of his fully extended fangs had her whimpering in l.u.s.t. "Impaled," she breathed.

"What?" he asked, his voice so deep and rough if she hadn't been watching his mouth, she wouldn't have understood him.

"That's how I feel," she explained, whimpering when he picked up the pace slightly. "Impaled on your c.o.c.k. I can't move, I can't think, I can only feel you inside me. Stretching me, filling me, so I barely remember what it's like to not be full of you."

Her voice hitched as she felt his c.o.c.k expand, chafing the walls of her sensitized c.u.n.t. He lowered himself, pinning her knees back even farther and settling his chest on hers so he rubbed tender nipples with his chest on every thrust.

"Oh G.o.d," she gasped, not bothering to stifle the whimpers and moans that slipped from her lips as he moved. "Oh G.o.d, Jack, I'm so close. I can feel every inch of you. Please, please keep f.u.c.king me, don't ever stop f.u.c.king me, oh my G.o.d!"

She nearly wailed the words as suddenly he began driving into her with blinding speed. She was spread wide open, unable to limit or control the depths of his thrusts and she fleetingly thought, Be careful what you wish for. Then she couldn't think at all because all the tension coiled so tightly in her belly suddenly burst free and she was coming hard around his thrusting c.o.c.k.

"Oh G.o.d, Jack, oh f.u.c.k me, don't stop, don't stop, oh I'm coming, oh yes!" she cried, her head arching back instinctively offering her throat, and with a growl he sank his fangs into her neck.

The sharp, piercing pain penetrated the fog of her o.r.g.a.s.m and she screamed, twin sensations of pain and pleasure triggering another explosion. The rhythmic convulsions in her c.u.n.t proved too much for Jack to hold out against and with a m.u.f.fled shout into her neck, he came with her.

Rowan lay under Jack, dazed and wrung out until the ache in her hips began to leak through the post coital fog. She winced and tried to stretch her muscles but he was a dead weight and about as easy to s.h.i.+ft a Buick.

"Jack."

"Glump," he said, not moving.

"Jack, I'm bent in half."

"I know," he muttered into her neck, and she could feel his tongue snake out to lave at the wounds his teeth had left in her flesh.

"I need you to move so I can move," she said, biting her lip in discomfort as the ache became almost unbearable.

"Mmmm," he mumbled, his breathing evening out, and she realized he was falling asleep.

"Hey!" When she got no response, she reared up, stretching her neck painfully and clamped her teeth on the tip of his ear.

"Ow!" he howled, and his head came up in a rush. He glowered at her, releasing one of her hands to rub at his ear. "What'd you do that for?"

"h.e.l.lo!" she said, looking down at herself. "I can lick my own knee here."

"Oh." He grinned at her. "Sorry."

He levered himself off her, his still semi-hard c.o.c.k sliding from her with slick friction that had her shuddering. He sat back on his haunches as she stretched her legs out, rubbing his hands along the outsides of her thighs to ease the cramped muscles.

She sighed with pleasure. "That's nice."

He kneaded her muscles until all the muscle cramps were gone then stretched out beside her.

"Dirty pool," he said, and she opened one lazy eye to peer at him.

"What?"

"That bit with the dirty talk. *I love your c.o.c.k in me, you're so big.'" He raised a brow. "Laying it on a bit thick, weren't you?"

She chuckled, turning to snuggle into his arms. "Hey, if you didn't move so I could come, I was going to kill you. Besides, it's true. You are so big," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, "and I love your c.o.c.k in me."

He rewarded her for that with a long kiss. "But," she said when he lifted his head, "I'm still going home."

"d.a.m.n."

The utter defeat in his voice made her smile. "Did you think I'd forget?"

"No," he admitted. "That would've been too good to be true."

"I'll be fine, Jack." She tilted her head back to look at him. "I'll be smart, I'll stick with whatever security detail you want me to have but I need to go back. I miss my dad, I miss my job and I miss my home."

"I know," he said, rubbing her back. "I'm just not ready to let you go yet."

"So come home with me," she said.

His head snapped around. "What?"

"Come home with me." She laughed at his dumbstruck expression. "What?"

"I justa" He fumbled for a moment then finally said, "I guess I expected a battle."

She frowned, confused. "A battle for what?"

"To get you to let me into your life once we got home."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, it was nearly a two-year struggle just to get you to admit you wanted me," he said. "I figured you'd be just as stubborn with the rest of it."

She propped herself on one elbow, the better to glare at him. "Just because I didn't fall into your bed at your whim doesn't mean I was stubborn."

He raised a brow, undaunted by her snippy tone. "Darling. Tell that to someone who didn't get frozen out by your cold shoulder for two years."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Bite me, Fang Face."

"I did," he said with some satisfaction, "but I'll be happy to do it again."

She laughed and swatted his shoulder. "My stubbornness aside, did you really think I'd ditch you once we got back to the States?"

"The thought occurred to me," he admitted, and the uncertain vulnerability in his tone had her softening.

"Sweetie." She laid her hand on his cheek, looking into his chocolate eyes. "While I will admit to a certain degree of stubbornnessa""

"Ha!"

"a"I am not silly enough to cut off my nose to spite my face." She dropped a kiss on his smiling mouth. "I want to be with you. I'm not saying we don't have a few technical points to work through. There is that whole blood-sucking thing to consider. But I want to be with you."

"That's handy," he said, toying with the ends of her hair. "Because I wasn't going to let you go."

She rolled her eyes at his toothy grin. "What were you going to do, kidnap me again?"

"If necessary," he said, and her eyes narrowed.

"You know, I overlooked it the first time because I didn't really have any choice and you turned out to be good in bed."

He grinned. "Stop, you'll make me blush."

"But don't think you can get away with such behavior on a regular basis. Psychotic Christian fundamentalists aside, I can take care of myself and any attempt to undermine that will get you cut off."

"Cut off?"

"As in no more nookie, Fang. Persona non grata with the p.u.s.s.y. Denied entrance to the gates of paradise."

His eyes widened. "No s.e.x?"

She smirked. "Bingo."

He blinked, astonished. "Well, that seems harsh."

"Doesn't sound great to me either," she said, "but if you p.i.s.s me off enough, I won't want to f.u.c.k you anyway so it won't be that hard."

He was looking decidedly uneasy. "Is there anything else that might have the same effect on you?"

She shrugged. "Not really. I mean, I won't cut you off if you leave wet towels on the bathroom floor or forget to unload the dishwasher or anything else like that. No, it's pretty much just high-handed interference in my life without consulting me or taking my feelings into account. That's about it."

"Duly noted," he said. "But I will go on record by saying if you're in danger, there's nothing I wouldn't do to get you out of it. And that includes hurting your feelings."

"Understood," she said. "And same goes."

She snuggled back into the curve of his shoulder while he struggled to digest the notion of her protecting him. His arm came up to encircle her shoulder as she settled down with a sigh.

"So you'll come home with me?" she asked.

He kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter. "You couldn't keep me away."

Chapter Twelve.

"I just don't understand why we can't take a boat."

"Because it would take two weeks and then we'd still have to get from New York to L.A."

Rowan frowned. "So? That's okay. I don't mind."

"Sweetheart." He took her hands gently, his tone soothing. "We have to get on the plane now."