If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

slow smile, she said,“What … you’re not going to just ravish me here on the steps?”
    “No.” He nipped her lower lip. “By the time I’m done with you, I plan on the two of us being too damn weak and tired to move. So the bedroom’s better.”
    Weak, tired, too damn exhausted for even nightmares to haunt them, if he had anything to do about it.
    She smiled against his mouth as he stood. “You know … I’m no lightweight. I can walk up the stairs.”
    “And I can carry you.” No … she wasn’t a lightweight. She was a solid, sleek woman. Cupping her ass in one hand, he squeezed. “Haven’t you ever had a guy carry you up the steps before?”
    “Can’t honestly say I’ve ever wanted one to,” she murmured. She peered over his shoulder and then smiled at him. “It’s a long way down … you better not drop me.”
    He swatted her butt. “I’ve got too many things I want to do to you. Dropping you isn’t one of them, don’t worry.”
    As he turned into his room, he hit the lights with his elbow.
    They didn’t need darkness right now … no darkness, no shadows.
    There were too many shadows in her eyes already. He wanted to chase them all away. Carrying her to the bed, he set her on the edge and reached for the hem of the T-shirt. “You never did ask if you could use this, you know,” he said. “I think I want it back.”
    “Not very good at sharing, Law?”
    “I suck at it.” He stripped it away and tossed it to the floor. Holding her gaze with his, he trailed his fingers up her side and cupped one breast. “When something’s mine, I want to keep it … for me, only me.”
    Her lashes fluttered. “It’s just a shirt, Law,” she murmured.
    “A shirt. A book …” Dipping his head, he raked his teeth down her neck. “Sometimes it’s more. A lot more.”
    “And what are you talking about now?”
    Sinking to his knees in front of her, he palmed her breasts, pushed them together. He captured one swollen nipple between his teeth and tugged. She hissed, her head falling back. “Hmmm. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything … I dunno. I could be speaking hypothetically, you see.”
    Her hands came up, one gripping his shoulder, the other dipping into his hair and fisting there. “That a fact?”
    “Hmmm. You know something, Nia? I really love the way you taste,” he whispered. He boosted her farther back on the bed and came up between her thighs, pushing them wide. “Fucking love it …”
    “Is that …” Her breath caught as he used his fingers to spread the folds of her sex. When he licked her, she bucked upward, her hands shooting down to grip his wrists.
    Grinning against her, he caught her clit between his teeth and tugged and then lifted his head. “Is that what?”
    Blindly, she stared at him. “Huh?”
    “You were saying something … is that? What were you asking?”
    She groaned and caught his head, tugged him back against her. “Forget what I was saying and just go back to what you were doing.”
    Chuckling, he let her guide him back between her thighs. The tight black curls that covered her sex were already damp. Slipping his hands beneath her hips, he arched them upward and pressed his mouth to her.
    She cried out when he pushed his tongue inside. When he began to suck on her clit, she shivered. The moment he started to use his fingers, she shuddered and startedtalking to him, low, pleading little demands, her voice husky and soft, her fingers twisting in his hair and clutching him close as though she feared he’d stop.
    Like he would … like he
could
.
    He didn’t stop until he had her climaxing, and then he only stopped to let her calm, let her relax.
    Then he started all over again.
    No nightmares, he thought … not tonight.
    “Law, please …”
    Nia didn’t think she even had the energy to say his name, but she had to say something—Hell, she didn’t know she
could
come that many times, and he hadn’t even taken his damn jeans off.
    He gave her a slow, heated smile when he lifted his head from between her legs.
    Her heart banged against her ribs, but she honestly didn’t think she had the energy when he levered his weight up and came up to lie next to her, his knee pressed against the sensitized flesh between her thighs. Every last nerve in her body was singing, humming, so sensitive and aware, each touch was almost an excruciating pleasure.
    He reached down and cupped her and she jerked. “Law, I don’t