"It's the only answer I'm going to get for now," he growled. "By now you know the only conversing I like doing while I'm fucking is dirty talk."
He saw her black, velvety eyes surrounded by a lush thicket of lashes widen. She pressed two fingers to her smiling lips as though to seal them.
" Witch" Ryan muttered before he fell on the luscious pink bow of her swollen, well-kissed lips. He'd explored her mouth all night long, ravaged it.. . made love to it again and again. Still, he wanted more. When he registered her taste he sought out her pussy with his hand. He grunted in sublime male satisfaction as his fingers glided over creamy, plump labia and a slick, erect clit.
He penetrated her snug slit with his forefinger.
"You're so wet. I'm sorry, I can't wait," he mumbled after he broke their kiss roughly He dove for the bedside table where a box of condoms lay opened, his supply largely diminished after his and Hope's night of intense, abandoned "lovemaking. He noticed her eager expression as he rolled on the prophylactic, glad to see she'd gotten over her initial disgust of him using a condom. "But it's so cold," she'd complained when he'd pressed his rubber-covered, lubricated cock to her slit for the first time last night. "I like the way you feel much better—so warm and smooth."
Ryan had thrust into her when he heard her sweet compli-ment.
"Don't worry, witch," he'd grunted in pleasure at the sensation of penetrating her tight clasp. "You'll warm it up in no time."
Presently he put his upper body weight on one elbow and fisted his cock, positioning the tip at the gate of Hope's wet pussy. He flexed his hips.
She gasped as he came down over her. His gaze zoomed up to her face.
"Are you too sore from last night?"
Her cheeks flushed with blood. "No, it feels so good."
He bent to take a tender bite from her fragrant neck and pushed his cock into her to mid-staff. She'd said 50 good, but the sensation felt so fantastic to him that it nearly ripped at the limits of his consciousness. Heat emanated from the muscular walls of her pussy, taunting him. She squirmed beneath him, trying to seat him further in her tight channel. Ryan felt an overwhelming desire to pound his cock into her until he came in what promised to be an explosive climax. Instead he grasped her hip with one hand.
"Keep still," he grated out as he fought for control amid a cyclone of desire that pummeled him from all directions. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head with one hand while his other continued to immobilize her hip. She arched her back up off the bed, straining to brush her erect nipples against his chest.
"Quit teasing me, Hope, or I'll turn you over my knee when I'm done with you."
He already knew somehow that she'd give him a look of pure seduction at his threat but knowing didn't diminish the result of her witch's smile in the slightest. His cock jerked in her tight pussy. He bent down and nipped at her bee-stung lower lip with his teeth. "After I fuck you I'm gonna—"
"Daire!" a man called somewhere far outside the confines of the battering, relentless storm that held Hope and him as its hostages. She squirmed beneath him and he instinctively accepted her challenge. A harsh groan tore at his throat as he thrust and pressed his aching balls to her damp cunt.
His shout of triumph blended with her cry of excitement and Ramiro's call. Christ, why did that part of his former dreamlike experience of making love to Hope have to be the same?
"Shhhh, don't move. It's my partner, Ramiro. I'll get rid of him," Ryan soothed when he looked into Hope's big eyes and knew from her shocked expression that Ramiro's voice had finally penetrated her arousal. His belly expanded and contracted against hers wildly as he restrained himself mightily from not fucking her sweet little pussy like there was no tomorrow.
He waited expectantly, knowing what would likely happen, but Hope started beneath him when Ramiro banged loudly on the door.
"Don't you dare open that damn door, Ramiro," Ryan roared over his shoulder. "I'm not alone in here."
"What the hell are you doing, Daire?" Ramiro shouted from behind the closed door.
"Why didn't you show up for the briefing about Donahue yesterday? I thought you said you'd be back in time for it! I had to make up a story about a family emergency and told Crenshaw I'd brief you today myself."
"What?" Ryan bellowed.
"Donahue. You remember him, right? We're going to arrest him tonight. What are you doing fucking ... fucking? "
Ryan stared in shock at the clock on the bedside table. He'd been sure it was Friday morning. He had his alarm set to make sure he was up in time for the ten o'clock briefing.
"It's Saturday morning?"
"Hell yes, it's Saturday morning. What, are you caught in some kind of time warp, you idiot?"
Ramiro had unintentionally got it right. Apparently he hadn't only lost a few hours traveling back and forth from Hope's time, he'd also lost an extra twenty-four hours.
Thank God he hadn't lost more. He held Hope's stare and shouted over his shoulder.
"Just wait downstairs. I'll be down in a minute."