If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

one fast, hard motion until she’d taken as much of him as she could and then she pulled up, did it again, and again … Law swore and reached down, fisting a hand in her hair, tugging on her.
    “Damn it,” he swore. “Stop it.”
    She lifted her head just long enough to send him that smug smile. “No.”
    Then she went back to it, taking him hard and deep, her mouth a sweet, sweet torture. He twisted a hand in the sheets below him. “Fuck, Nia, I’m going to … would you stop?”
    “No. And I want you to,” she muttered. Then she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and started to pump in time with her mouth.
    Law’s entire body stiffened. Reaching down, he buried his hands in her hair—torn between pulling her away and just enjoying … hell. He was only human. As she licked and sucked on his aching flesh, he started to rock against her, swearing and muttering under his breath, barely even aware of what he was saying.
    She groaned around him and he felt the vibration of it clear down to his toes. When she scraped her nails over his balls, he lost it. Holding her head, he arched up, pumping into her mouth, once, twice. Then, abruptly, he froze, tried to pull her away. She leaned into him, her golden eyes flashing. Daring him. Slowly, she took him, sucking, licking … teasing.
    “Nia …”
    She did it again, and again.
    Any bit of control he might have had died at the challenginglook she shot him. Cupping her head in his hands, staring down at her face, he pumped up, meeting each downward stroke of her head with an upward stroke of his hips. She pumped him with her hand, squeezing him lightly, rotating her wrist just a bit before starting back up. His breath caught, hitched in his lungs.
    Oh … holy … 
fuck
 …
    With a harsh groan, he came, his hands clenching and unclenching in her hair.
    Nia continued to move her head up, down, working him through it, teasing the slit in the head of his cock with her tongue. When she finally stopped and lifted her head to smile at him, he had about as much energy as a newborn kitten, his heart raced so hard he could barely breathe, and what he wanted, more than anything, was to pull her against him.
    But he could barely move his damn arms.
    Hoarsely, he muttered, “Come here.”
    She grinned and curled up next to him, stroking a hand over his belly. “Now is where I get to tell you that you can’t be tired … I’m not done with you yet.”
    “Damn it.” He sucked in a desperate breath of air, closed his eyes. “I sure as hell hope you’re not done with me. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.”
    The hand on his belly stilled.
    The second the words escaped his mouth, he wished he had been a little more aware, but it was too late now. Heaving out a breath, he stroked a hand down her back and cracked open one eye, hazarded a look at her face. “Don’t go panicking, Nia,” he muttered.
    The look on her face, though, wasn’t one of panic.
    She was staring at him with a wondering, almost hopeful look on her face.
    “Not done with me, huh?” she whispered, reaching up to touch his mouth. “What do you mean by that, Reilly?”
    He caught her hand in his, lifted it to his mouth. “Just that you’re in my head an awful lot, gorgeous. All the time. Not anything you need to go freaking out about, but …”
    She sat up, curled down around him, pressing her lips to his. “I like hearing that I’m in your head a lot, baby. Because God knows I can’t stop thinking about you, either. Even when I’ve got every reason to be thinking about other things …”
    Her mouth tightened and her eyes went dark and sad.
    Sitting up, he shifted in the bed, pulled her across his lap. “Not tonight, Nia. We’re not thinking about anything tonight but us.”
    “Just us.” She reached between them, curled her hand around his semi-erect cock, started to stroke. “Am I still on top? That where you want me?”
    He saw her trying to find the lighthearted moment they’d briefly had, but just then, he needed her, just her. “You’re where I need you to be already … right here with me.” Her hand stroked up, down, and just like that, he was ready. He pulled her closer, then groaned, swearing. “Fuck, I need to get a rubber.”
    “No.” She shifted closer, rubbed against him so that he felt the slick, wet folds of her naked pussy.
    He tightened his fingers around her hips and swore. “Nia …?”
    “We don’t need it, not