If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

unless you want it.” Staring at him through her lashes, she said, “I haven’t been with a guy without one in … hell, five years. The last time I was with a guy before this was almost a year ago. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I got tested a few months ago for a health insurance thing. So unless you want it …”
    “Fuck.” His eyes closed and he pulled her closer, taunted himself with the slick, wet feel of her. “Haven’t been with anybody in a few years, and nobody without a rubber.”
    Trailing his fingers down her spine, along the curve of her rump, he stared into her eyes. “This is either a really fucking stupid thing or a really fucking big step … which is it, Nia?”
    She pushed herself up onto her knees and reached between them.
    “Up until you, I didn’t even get close to touching the line of this, you know. It could be borderline stupid, Law.” She squeezed him lightly and said, “Maybe it’s stupid, maybe it’s a big step … maybe it’s both. You okay with that?”
    “Fuck, yes.” He gripped her hips and shifted his gaze downward, watching.
    Holding his cock in one hand, she slowly sank down onto him.
    Law, his entire body shuddering, watched as their bodies merged … became one.
    One …
complete. Whole.
    “Damn …” Nia muttered, staring at him from under her lashes as she took him completely inside. She arched her back, the movement lifting her breasts.
    Law swore, reaching up and curling a hand around her neck. “Come here.” He pulled her close, pressing his brow against hers and rolling his hips upward. Slick and tight, so damn good. “Damn it, you feel good.”
    She hummed low in her throat, that smug, female smile on her lips. The one that drove him insane. “You feel pretty nice yourself.”
    He rocked against her again. She clenched around him and he shuddered, stroking a hand down her back to grip one hip. “Be still,” he growled as she started to ride him.
    “No.”
    “Damn it, Nia, be
still
,” he growled. Already he could feel it building inside him, even though he’d just climaxed.Skin to skin—damn it, it felt like heaven, like nirvana.
    Nia laughed and continued that slow, lazy stroking. “I don’t wanna be still. Didn’t I tell you I was going to drive you nuts?”
    “You’ve already done it.”
    She did a little twist with her hips, used her internal muscles to milk him and Law damn near lost it then. With a snarled curse, he twisted and put her under him, catching her wrists in his hands, stretching them over her head.
    “What happened to me being on top?” she asked, her eyes glinting.
    “You had your turn. Now it’s mine.” He dipped his head, bit her lip, and then shifted. Letting go of her wrists, he settled on his knees, gripping her hips. He stared down at her, watching as she stroked a hand up her torso, teased one nipple. “Witch. You’re a witch.”
    “Hmmm.” She smiled at him, her lashes shielding her eyes.
    He rocked against her, moving slow and easy, trying to ignore the vicious, driving hunger—the need that all but screamed in his head, in his blood. He used his thumb to stroke her clit, watching as her lashes flickered, as her breath caught.
    She tightened around him and a flush settled on her cheeks. “Law.”
    She closed one hand around his wrist, twisted her hips, tried to move faster.
    “My turn, remember?”
    She shifted, moved around, a smile curling her lips. “How about our turn?”
    As she sat up, sitting astride his hips, he gripped her ass. “Our turn. We drive each other crazy.”
    “Sounds like that’s how it’s been from day one, hasn’tit?” She draped her arms around his neck and started to ride him, as he arched into her.
    Her cries grew ragged and his hands gripped her tighter, leaving faint red marks. The need inside him raged out of control, the need screaming louder. The need to take, to keep, to protect, to mark—
    He’d had a need to be gentle, had wanted this to be slow and lazy, as though something sweet and easy could take away the misery of the day. It wasn’t quite the sweet and tender seduction he’d hoped for, but as the climax rushed up on them, claiming them both hard and demanding, as she rested her forehead to his, their gazes locked, her mouth seeking out his … everything else fell away.
    In those moments, nothing else existed but each other.

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
     
    “M AN , I REALLY DON ’ T WANT TO TALK TO R OZ ,” N IA muttered as she climbed