Rarities Unlimited 03 - Die in Plain Sight

blood. She wanted more, much more from him than she’d had with anyone. And she wanted it from herself, too. Men who appealed to her enough to take a chance on sex with them had been real scarce in her life. She didn’t know how long Ian would be around, but she was absolutely certain that she wanted to explore the sensual recklessness he brought out in her.
    Smiling, she shifted her thighs until he brushed against her slick core. Shivering with pleasure, she looked down. He was breathtakingly close—and not nearly close enough. She tugged at the front of his jeans until he just nudged into her.
    “Got something in my pocket,” he said.
    She laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but it’s already out of your pocket.”
    “Oh, man, you’re not helping me here.” He dug in his back pocket until he found the foil packet.
    “You don’t mind if I watch, do you?” she said in a low voice. “I never thought it’d be fun, but you’re worth watching.”
    His answer was a groan and a small, sleek pulse that escaped his control. Her fingertip circled him, spreading his own heat, as she watched him. Then she opened the condom and put it on him with a care that made him clench his teeth against the need crawling up his spine.
    His forehead rested heavily against hers and he said roughly, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
    “Is that good or bad?”
    “Let’s find out.”
    He lifted her legs and sank slowly into her, then retreated. Sank in. Retreated.
    “I don’t know which is better—seeing or feeling,” she said raggedly.
    “Yeah. I’m having the same problem.”
    Her head snapped up in surprise and something close to embarrassment. “You’re looking!”
    He grinned and didn’t glance up. “You sure?” He drew back and eased in deeper and then deeper, only to withdraw again. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m definitely looking. You’re beautiful, Lacey.”
    A lush thrill uncurled in her like a slow whip. She forgot to be embarrassed. She held on to the leather harness he wore and wrapped her legs around him.
    “Again,” she said.
    She could take all of him now, but he didn’t go that deep because the second he did, he was afraid he’d lose it. He was sweating from his forehead to his heels, his vision was hazed, and he was heavy with a hunger that was new to him. He pushed into her and retreated, pushed and retreated, setting a slow rhythm that shrank the world down to the room, the table, the squeeze and pulse of her around him. When he felt her begin to tip over the edge, he stopped, waited.
    “More,” she said, pulling him closer and arching her back. “More, damn it!”
    He felt like laughing and groaning and howling all at once, but he didn’t move. “You’ll get more, I promise you, when I’m good and ready.”
    “My God, you’re a tease,” she said, discovery and irritation and pleasure all at once.
    “Only with you.” He slid partway in. “Something about watching you watching me gave me all kinds of ideas.”
    “Like?”
    “This is one.”
    Her breath hitched as his hands went beneath her bottom and came forward, pulling her legs farther apart until she tightened suddenly around him in a slick intimacy that came within an ace of undoing him.
    The lush whip uncoiled again, faster, taking her by surprise. Her pleasure pulsed hotly, repeatedly, bathing him, burning away his control. With a groan he drove all the way into her, setting a new rhythm, hard and fast and deep. She shivered, arched, and came in a rush that blinded her. He listened to her gasp of surprise, her keening cries of pleasure, felt the clench and release of her orgasm all around him, realized it was his, too, and gave a stifled shout as the world came apart.
    When he could see again, he discovered that he was braced on the table and she was collapsed against him, breathing like a sprinter. So was he. He smiled, savoring her female heat, scent, and textures.
    “First my jacket, now my jeans,” he said against her hair. “Hope you have a washing machine around here. Or at least a dryer.”
    She took a breath. “You bragging or complaining?”
    “Bragging. You mind?”
    “I’d need a brain to mind. I must have lost it with my dress.”
    “Your dress is around your neck. Kind of.”
    She blew against his chin. “How about my brain?”
    He tipped her mouth up and gave her a gentle, thorough kiss. “Sexy. Female. Really fine.”
    “My brain?”
    “Yeah.”
    She tilted her head back and smiled