She called work to tell them she wouldn’t be coming back tonight. There was no small talk, no more apologies, just the two of them wanting each other so badly, they couldn’t think about anything else.
This was so unlike anything he’d ever experienced. This frenzied need for each other. This heady sensation of euphoria. This wild possibility of finding that one in a million who wanted exactly what you wanted with the same intensity.
They stumbled through the hotel’s entrance like a couple of drunk teenagers, started undressing each other while they were still in the elevator. By the time he opened the hotel room door, Jack was on fire and Miranda was his only remedy.
She fell onto the sectional sofa and fisted Jack’s shirt to take him with her. He hauled her jeans and panties down her legs, then swore when her boots interfered. Miranda laughed, a shaky, breathless giggle. He didn’t bother getting his pants all the way off before sinking between her spread thighs and deep into her body.
Miranda’s back arched, and their voices blended with sounds of pleasure. She was wet and hot, and the all-encompassing feel of her shorted-out Jack’s brain. He was running on adrenaline and instinct, moving in ways that made Miranda gasp and arch and dig her fingernails into his ass.
In mere minutes, she rose to climax with a cry, back curved off the sofa. Her warm juices coated his cock and nearly took him over the edge. Nearly. But the sensation also reminded him he couldn’t. Not yet. He just couldn’t figure out why. It took an eternal moment fighting for clarity before his mind kicked in.
“Fuck.” He dropped his forehead to her shoulder.
“What?” She was panting, sweating, shivering.
“Condoms. I don’t have any.”
Her eyes closed. “Fuck.”
“I meant to pick some up, but I got sidetracked by family and work…”
Then she opened her eyes to the ceiling. “Little late now.” Her gaze returned to his. “I’m on the pill. And I haven’t slept with anyone in…God, months.”
His fragmented mind fought to put enough cells together to understand what she was telling him. “Me either.”
Her fingers dug into his ass and pulled him deep. “Then don’t you dare stop.”
He laughed, a guttural sound of pure pleasure. Despite his body’s screams for urgency, Jack used his mind to grab on to his slipping control. He sank his hands into the soft, shiny strands of her hair and propped himself up on his forearms. Embedded deep inside her, he kept his lower body still as he kissed her face, her neck, her ear, before returning to her mouth. He teased her tongue, nipped at her lips.
As soon as she caught her breath, Miranda was moving beneath him, her gaze holding his. Jack experienced an intense, profound connection. As strong as it had been when he’d left at the beginning of the week.
“God, Jack—” Her words broke off as she arched. The raw ecstasy on her face pumped a thrill through him. He wanted more. So many more of those erotic expressions drenching her beautiful face.
And he set to work dragging them out of her, one by glorious one, while he watched with a front row seat. The drunken look in her eyes. The pleasure ripping through her body. The glisten of sweat building on her skin. And finally, the sheer exhaustion in her features. Only then did he release the reins and let himself go, in deep, hard, quick thrusts.
When he broke, Jack flew. Stars flashed behind closed eyelids until his brain went white with pleasure so intense, he lost himself in the waves.
His arms finally gave, and he let his chest rest on Miranda’s. And as he floated back to earth, he was more than a little worried his heart might never forget this woman. Considering their living situations and her aversion to commitment, that posed a very real problem.
Miranda threaded her fing
ers through his hair. Let her fingernails graze the length of his spine. Rubbed her flat hands over the scores she’d created in his ass. Jack turned his head and pressed his face against the hollow of her throat.
“We are mind-blowing together.” The words traveled from his mind right out of his mouth.
Miranda wrapped her arms around him and squeezed hard, kissing his neck.
Jack’s heart opened in a way he couldn’t ever remember happening before. He wanted this. All of this. With an all-encompassing passion.
“You’re getting heavy.” Her words came out on a wheeze and made Jack laugh so hard, he almost crushed her trying to roll to his back.
Miranda rolled with him, snuggling close, arm across his chest, leg between his thighs, hand in his hair.
Jack closed his eyes and pulled her close with an arm around her shoulders. He kissed her head. “I know this is happening fast, but…” His gut fluttered with nerves. He’d been burned so many times, he couldn’t believe he was right there, ready to jump into the flames again. “I’m fucking crazy about you.”
She laughed softly, stroked her hand down his chest and belly. “Incredible sex’ll warp your brain.”
“I’m serious.”