Hero For the Asking (Reed Sisters: Holding out for a Hero 2) - Page 32

"I will, sweetheart," he promised her, sliding up and down against her to create a sensual friction that soon had her panting and bucking wildly.

"Clay, please!" Was this really her, this mindless creature begging for completion? She'd never lost control like this, never wanted like this. Never ached like this. Was he deliberately trying to drive her out of her mind? "Damn you, Clay," she muttered when he thrust against her again in frustrating simulation of that ultimate intimacy.

Using all her strength, she shoved at his shoulders, rolling him to his side. And then she attacked him, her mouth and hands all over his body as she made him ache for her the same way he'd made her ache for him. She nibbled and sucked at the taut cords of his neck, then licked swirling patterns in the golden hair around his flat brown nipples, finally moving downward to draw long, low groans from him with her bold caresses. He didn't attempt to stop her, seemed incapable of making the effort, even when she jerked his black briefs away to bare him to more intimacies.

No, this couldn't be Spring Reed, this sexy, insatiable, uninhibited woman exploring Clay's body so wantonly. Taking such unholy pleasure in

the soft, guttural cry torn from his throat when her lips and tongue stroked him. "Spring! Ah, God, Spring, yes!"

And then he was over her and all barriers were gone and he was plunging inside her to a level so deeply buried within her that she hadn't even known it existed. Moving feverishly, he carried her with him on a mind-shattering journey to a place she'd never been before, never imagined. And he took her there so fast and so hard that, in all the mental replays that would come afterward, she'd never exactly remember the details—only the explosive, climactic conclusion.

"Clay!" His name began as a scream but left her lips a mere whisper as she shuddered again and again beneath the shock waves that followed.

"Spring! Ah, love." And he, too, trembled in the aftermath of a climax so powerful, so unique, that it shocked them both.

He didn't let go of her, only rolled to his side to relieve her of his weight. He pulled her close to him, his arms around her as he snuggled against her back. Their position allowed him to soothingly stroke her breasts and stomach as he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and rested, her heart rate slowing, her breathing returning to normal. Even after their incredible lovemaking she gloried in the feel of him. The damp softness against the back of her thigh was satisfying evidence that Clay, too, had found pleasure with her, as if she needed proof.

They lay quiet and still for a long time, satisfied to be together. After a while a deeply contented sigh left her lips, causing Clay to stir and chuckle behind her. He nuzzled into the curve of her shoulder. "Are you sorry?"

"About what? Making love with you?"

"Yes."

She nestled back against him, pulling his arms more tightly around her. "No. I'm not sorry."

"I'm glad. So very glad."

Spring smiled ruefully. "I wasn't going to let this happen, you know. I told myself right from the beginning that I wasn't going to sleep with you."

"You haven't slept with me. You've made love with me, but you haven't slept with me."

She sighed again. "You know what I mean."

"Yes, sweetheart, I know what you mean. And I'm glad you changed your mind."

"I couldn't resist you," she answered, dramatically mournful. "Your fatal charm got to me."

He laughed softly. "Is that what did it?"

"Either that or your fish tie. I'm not sure which one."

"I can see where that would be a hard choice," he agreed solemnly, and then bit her on the back of the neck, making her laughingly chastise him. He lay still for another moment, then asked hesitantly, "I don't suppose I could talk you into staying the night?"

She chewed her lip. "No. I'm sorry, Clay, I can't. I wouldn't feel comfortable with that at all."

"It's okay. I understand. But, God, I'd love to wake up with you in my arms. Spring, I—"

And then he swallowed whatever he had intended to say and kissed her nape, his hand caressing one of her breasts as he did so. Her eyes opened in surprise when her body began to respond to his lazy fondling. Surely he couldn't expect her to...?

But he was still soft against her thigh, and she relaxed, her eyelids closing again. Her nipples were hard and swollen when finally his talented fingers left them to drift downward. "Clay?" she whispered uncertainly, squirming a little when his fingertips slipped into blond curls to trace damp folds.

"Shh, Spring. Just let me love you," he murmured, his cheek against hers as he deepened the caress, stroking over and inside her, slowly increasing the pressure until her breath was catching in tiny sobs of pleasure. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged her. "Let me make you feel good."

And he did make her feel good, his fingers taking her just to the edge of fulfillment. By then he was no longer soft but as fully aroused as she. Spring cried out in pleasure when he lifted her leg over his and entered her, his fingers never leaving that damp nest of curls. Then cried out again as she was overcome by spasms of ecstasy so intense that she wanted them never to stop, to go on for an eternity. An eternity with Clay.

She hadn't known she was crying until he rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, gently wiping the tears from her cheek. "I hope these are tears of pleasure," he murmured.

"Yes," she whispered, lifting a trembling hand to lightly stroke her thumb below one of his beautiful eyes. "Are these?"

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