growl the words, but they came out more like begging.
He felt more than heard her chuckle as she opened her mouth to take him in. All of him, until he nudged the back of her throat. Auburn lashes fluttered down as she moaned and swallowed, a pretty pink flush mottling her freckled cheeks as she destroyed him with the perfection of her mouth.
Shuddering, he gripped the bars tighter, fighting not to finish right then and there. “Don’t wanna come yet,” he muttered, and threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut. Maybe if he didn’t see what she was doing.
Nope, not helping. “Don’t make me come.” Again, he couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea, but either way, she heeded him, and with one last torturous lap of her tongue, she slid up his body to tear at his clothing.
He helped her with his shirt and trousers, kicking off his boots before he grabbed for her, taking her mouth in a harsh kiss that spoke of the need boiling in his veins. This was nothing like the lazy loving they’d attempted that morning. This was heady, dizzying, and it blazed through him until the hands roving over her strong, slender body shook.
“So many goddamn layers,” he bit out as he tugged and yanked at her various buttons and tapes. Their hands tangled, and their heads knocked together as they fought with her garments. Eventually, she was naked—dear God, was she ever naked—and he caught her up against him with one arm and deposited her on the cot, following her down.
Her hands were greedy as they danced over his bare shoulders, touching and stroking and stoking the heat within him to the point of pain. Reaching between their bodies, he found her, as wet as if he’d spent an hour teasing her with his mouth, and groaned. “In you.”
“Yes.”
He rubbed the head of his cock through her slickness, making her writhe beneath him as he teased them both. But even as he recognized the retribution he was offering, he didn’t want to punish her.
He just wanted to love her. “Moira.” With a single, controlled thrust of his hips, he slid deep.
“ Yes . Delaney, yes.”
Tight, so tight. Being inside her was the closest he would ever come to heaven, and he’d never trade it for the real thing. Never in a thousand years. He rocked into her, relishing the feel of her nails scoring his upper back, delighting in the tight clamp of her thighs over his hips. “You’re so good, honey. God, it’s so damn good.”
She clenched intimately around him. “I love you,” she breathed and, without any warning, came in a rush, eyes closed and head tipped back on the cot as she screamed his name. With a tortured groan, he followed her into ecstasy.
After their breathing had calmed and he’d rolled to the side, she loosed a sad sigh. “The house…”
“It’s just a house, Moira.” He cupped her cheek, leaning in to brush his lips over hers. “It ain’t a home unless you’re in it with me.”
The quiet that fell between them as they lay curled around each other on the narrow cot was easy, comfortable as it hadn’t been in far too long. Her head on his shoulder, her hand clasped in his atop his chest, he breathed a contented sigh. A future of this, just this and only this, wouldn’t be the worst fate to befall a man with a battered past.
“Delaney?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think it’s illegal to make love in a jail cell?”
He chuckled, hearing a trace of her usual impishness in the query. “If it’ll ease your conscience, I can lock us both up for the night.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he took the tip of one finger gently between his teeth. “Though I think it might defeat the purpose.”
She laughed, a real laugh, for the first time in months, and it was the most glorious sound he’d ever heard.
Author’s Note
Del and Moira had a whirlwind courtship in Wild Burn , knowing one another for little more than a week before declaring their love. I always thought they needed an epilogue, and so Wild Fire came
He felt more than heard her chuckle as she opened her mouth to take him in. All of him, until he nudged the back of her throat. Auburn lashes fluttered down as she moaned and swallowed, a pretty pink flush mottling her freckled cheeks as she destroyed him with the perfection of her mouth.
Shuddering, he gripped the bars tighter, fighting not to finish right then and there. “Don’t wanna come yet,” he muttered, and threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut. Maybe if he didn’t see what she was doing.
Nope, not helping. “Don’t make me come.” Again, he couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea, but either way, she heeded him, and with one last torturous lap of her tongue, she slid up his body to tear at his clothing.
He helped her with his shirt and trousers, kicking off his boots before he grabbed for her, taking her mouth in a harsh kiss that spoke of the need boiling in his veins. This was nothing like the lazy loving they’d attempted that morning. This was heady, dizzying, and it blazed through him until the hands roving over her strong, slender body shook.
“So many goddamn layers,” he bit out as he tugged and yanked at her various buttons and tapes. Their hands tangled, and their heads knocked together as they fought with her garments. Eventually, she was naked—dear God, was she ever naked—and he caught her up against him with one arm and deposited her on the cot, following her down.
Her hands were greedy as they danced over his bare shoulders, touching and stroking and stoking the heat within him to the point of pain. Reaching between their bodies, he found her, as wet as if he’d spent an hour teasing her with his mouth, and groaned. “In you.”
“Yes.”
He rubbed the head of his cock through her slickness, making her writhe beneath him as he teased them both. But even as he recognized the retribution he was offering, he didn’t want to punish her.
He just wanted to love her. “Moira.” With a single, controlled thrust of his hips, he slid deep.
“ Yes . Delaney, yes.”
Tight, so tight. Being inside her was the closest he would ever come to heaven, and he’d never trade it for the real thing. Never in a thousand years. He rocked into her, relishing the feel of her nails scoring his upper back, delighting in the tight clamp of her thighs over his hips. “You’re so good, honey. God, it’s so damn good.”
She clenched intimately around him. “I love you,” she breathed and, without any warning, came in a rush, eyes closed and head tipped back on the cot as she screamed his name. With a tortured groan, he followed her into ecstasy.
After their breathing had calmed and he’d rolled to the side, she loosed a sad sigh. “The house…”
“It’s just a house, Moira.” He cupped her cheek, leaning in to brush his lips over hers. “It ain’t a home unless you’re in it with me.”
The quiet that fell between them as they lay curled around each other on the narrow cot was easy, comfortable as it hadn’t been in far too long. Her head on his shoulder, her hand clasped in his atop his chest, he breathed a contented sigh. A future of this, just this and only this, wouldn’t be the worst fate to befall a man with a battered past.
“Delaney?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think it’s illegal to make love in a jail cell?”
He chuckled, hearing a trace of her usual impishness in the query. “If it’ll ease your conscience, I can lock us both up for the night.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he took the tip of one finger gently between his teeth. “Though I think it might defeat the purpose.”
She laughed, a real laugh, for the first time in months, and it was the most glorious sound he’d ever heard.
Author’s Note
Del and Moira had a whirlwind courtship in Wild Burn , knowing one another for little more than a week before declaring their love. I always thought they needed an epilogue, and so Wild Fire came
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