He groaned. “I wish it were that easy.” He turned to her and tried to explain but she didn’t want to hear it. What difference did it make why he didn’t want to be with her? He caught the shake of her head and pulled her abruptly back to his mouth, shocking her with the sudden movement. He took her mouth with the same intensity as a man who might die tomorrow, with a faint air of desperation tinged with anger at the world, and she happily drank in the sensation of drowning in his urgent touch.
There was something to be said for ignoring all the reasons why you shouldn’t and just embracing the fact that it’s going to happen. And she was good with that.
* * *
THE LITTLE VOICE that managed to stop him in the beginning was fading fast under the sensual onslaught of CoCo’s touch. She was like ambrosia and he couldn’t get enough. Her skin glowed in the bright sunshine and he was already working up a sweat in anticipation of tasting those rose nipples again, loving the way they tightened and pearled beneath his tongue, the breathy rasps of her voice as he brought her to a shuddering end. His arms felt empty without her in them and he couldn’t blame the drug this time. But what was he doing? He could practically hear Kane’s censure, the heavy weight of disappointment weighing on him for deliberately ignoring the good sense screaming at him to stop.
But stopping was the last thing he wanted to do. His hands shook with the need to feel her naked skin against his. There was something incredibly hot about the idea of sex in this field with CoCo, something that plucked at a previously unknown exhibitionist streak that revved his engine hard.
CoCo frantically tore at his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders and practically tearing it from his body with a sexy growl that made his blood race. She bit at his shoulder with a giggle and pinched his nipple as she rose up to claim his mouth again. God, she was so damn hot. She was both dominant and submissive. The two divergent qualities working in tandem cranked his gears until he was practically blowing steam from his ears. He couldn’t touch enough of her to feel satisfaction. A never-ending hunger to know her body, to wring those sweet gasps and cries from her mouth, drove him mercilessly until they were both naked, panting and desperate to feel one another.
He reared up, his cock bobbing with eagerness for that willing, slick heat, but he had the wherewithal to briefly pause with a tortured gasp to ask, “Are you...? I don’t have any condoms...”
“You silly boy, I’m on the pill. What do you take me for?” She grinned and pulled him down, sucking in a wild breath as he thrust into her, his thick length sliding in easily until he was buried so deeply inside her that he was surely touching her womb. “Oh, Rian...” That breathy cry thrilled him to his core as he moved slowly against her, building the friction to unbearably pleasurable levels.
“God, yes...yes! That’s it...just like that...” She wiggled against him, moaning, and he grinned, using one hand to grasp her arms and stretch them above her head, holding her there while he pumped into her. She bucked, moaning loudly, and he took pride in the fact that he was doing the job right. He angled his hips as she lifted hers and he hit that spot hard and suddenly she gushed with a guttural cry, her nipples tightening so hard that they pointed to the sky, begging for a mouth to suck on them. He wanted to oblige but he was too focused on watching the pleasure build in her beautiful face.
“R-Rian, oh, my God, R-R-Rian!” And then she shattered apart, everything clenching inside, gripping his cock with her internal muscles as they coaxed his own orgasm with each tightening band. He lost control, his thrusts became erratic and suddenly her sweet core was milking the juice right out of his body. He filled her, shuddering as he emptied. He collapsed and rolled to the side, sweat rolling down his bare back as the warm sunshine quickly dried his wet, softening cock and he closed his eyes, barely able to breathe.
That was the most epic sex he’d ever experienced.
Far better than the drug-induced hard-on from hell.
Hell, far better than any carnal activity he’d ever participated in since he’d first discovered sex.
And now that he’d gone and done the one thing he said he wouldn’t...what happened now?