If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

didn’t …
    Then he did, his mouth closing around one aching tip. Nia slammed her head back against the floor as the pleasure blistered through her head, molten hot, thick and mind-blowing.
    Mind-shattering
 …
    Another climax loomed—massively powerful, too massive. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, without even realizing.
    “No,” Law muttered, slanting his mouth over hers, his voice gruff, kisses hungry. “Stay with me …”
    Stay with me …
Self-preservation insisted she pull back. But she couldn’t—she just couldn’t. Greedy, desperate for him, she clutched him close, opened for each bruising, hungry kiss. Reveled in each deep, driving thrust.
    Stay with me …
Nia was starting to realize it would take a hell of a lot to pull her away.
    He groaned out her name, a harsh, ragged growl. Deep inside, she felt his cock jerk and swell, felt him throb and rasp over already swollen and sensitive tissues.
    It was too much—way too much. Tearing her mouth away from his, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, shuddering as her orgasm slammed into her.
    He braced his free arm at her shoulders, held her steady—held her together because she thought she might be flying apart.
    … hell
.
    Coherent thought escaped him.
    The ability to
move
completely evaded him.
    He lay sprawled over Nia, dimly aware that he
needed
to move, but unable to manage it. She laid a hand up his side, let it linger there for just a second before it fell limply to the side.
    He might have smiled at the sound of it hitting thefloor, but that was kind of how he felt. Boneless. Drained.
    And he needed to
move
 …
    Groaning, he stiffened his arms and managed to roll away, ending up flat on his back next to her. In the middle of his foyer. He stared up at the dark ironwork of his light fixture, his mind slowly trying to come back to life.
    He had just had the best sex of his life with a woman he had met all of five times. Including today. On the floor of his foyer.
    Next to him, Nia snickered.
    Lifting his head took something of an effort, but he managed. Barely. Cocking a brow, he waited.
    She rolled onto her side and snuggled up against him, grinning at him. Her golden eyes were mischievous, full of smug, female satisfaction. “You know, I’d planned on jumping you when I got here, but I thought maybe we could make it to your bedroom,” she said, resting her chin on his chest. “I don’t know what came over me.”
    Law smiled. “I don’t think you were on your own in this.” He grimaced and eased away, slowly sitting up and surveying the floor. His jeans were lying by the door, his boxers a few inches away. He didn’t even remember taking them off.
    Her clothes were everywhere—her jeans in a heap by the stairs, her shirt by the arched opening to the living room, her bra and panties somewhere in the middle. Law scooped up the lacy tangle of her underwear, eyeing it. “I think we did some damage here,” he mused.
    “We?” She sat up and snagged the panties from him, eyeing the torn lace and silk. “I think I was busy tearing your clothes off, not mine. You tore them, pal.”
    He thought back, trying to remember just when he’d peeled that red lace and silk away from her—peeled, torn, whatever. “Good point. Okay, I tore them. Maybe I owe you a new pair.”
    “Maybe?” She rested her chin on her knee, dropping the torn lace on the floor. “Maybe you do.” She snickered again as she looked around the foyer. “The floor. I can’t believe I jumped you on the floor.”
    Just staring at her was enough to make his mouth go dry, he thought. And his heart ache, in the weirdest damn way. “It was a mutual jumping, I think. Besides, unless you’re in a rush, we can always aim for the bedroom.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, realized he could smell her on him—realized he really liked it, too.
    A lot.
    “Hmmm. No rush. You know, I haven’t done anything that crazy in years.” She came to her knees and settled behind him, her arms draped around him. The soft, warm weight of her breasts pressed against his back was enough to have his dick twitching in interest already.
    Down, boy
, he thought ruefully. Going at it on the floor again was
not
what he needed to do. Finesse—some finesse here. He knew the meaning of the word, thought he could manage it. Under normal circumstances, he usually did just fine, too.
    Glancing back at her, he brushed a hand down her arm. “Have to admit, I haven’t either.”