The Departed

her mouth. When he shuddered against her, she smiled. Against her belly, she could feel him, hard and thick. She worked a hand between them and closed her fingers around his cock, stroking him.
    Taylor tore his mouth away. “Fuck, don’t do that. I’ll lose it right here.”
    “That’s fine with me.” She smiled up at him and continued to pump. The thought of making him shatter like that had her belly going hot and tight. He wanted her that much—this controlled, contained man wanted her that much.
    He reached down and caught her wrist, stilling her actions. “It’s not fine with me.”
    “Spoilsport.” She squeezed him and then let go, still grinning. A thought occurred to her. “I don’t have anything with me, Jones.”
    His lashes flickered. “Me, neither.”
    “I’m still on the pill.” A blush crept up her cheeks but she didn’t look away as she added, “I haven’t been with anybody since you.”
    “Me, neither.” He closed his eyes, pressed his brow to hers. “I can stop. Go to the store.”
    “Or…” She wiggled under him, stroking a hand down his back. “We can do something really stupid again.”
    “We could.” He nipped her lower lip and then lifted his head, staring down at her. “Something really fucking stupid. We both know better.”
    “Yeah.” She cupped his hips in her hands and met his gaze. Her heart, always so damned weak when it came to him, trembled and stuttered inside her chest. “Make love to me, Jones.”
    He braced one elbow on the bed by her head. “Say my name, Desiree. My name…” he muttered.
    “Taylor. Make love to me, Taylor.”
    His mouth captured hers as he shifted and positioned himself between her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me,” he rasped against her mouth.
    As she did, he pressed against her, the broad head of his cock nudging against her exposed, slick folds. She whimpered and arched, rubbing against him. “Damn it, Dez, be still…”
    She couldn’t, though. Aching, all but dying for him, she tightened her legs around him and arched up.
    Taylor swore and pushed, driving deep, burying himself inside with one hard, heavy thrust that tore a scream from her throat. Again, again…he shifted his body so that each thrust had his body stroking against her clit, a burning, taunting little tease—driving her insane.
    * * *
     
    HER eyes, so dark and deep, stared up at him, her gaze glassy. Drunk with need, drunk on her, Taylor cupped the back of her head and kissed her, dying for more. Bored with her? With this? Not in this lifetime. The little muscles in her sex clenched around him, milking him, clutching at him as he withdrew.
    So fucking sweet, so hot and so wet…He groaned out her name against her lips as she shuddered under him. Her body went rigid against his, tight with the need to come.
    He’d wanted this to last…but there was no way it could. No way he could, not with her. Not with how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. Nobody else had ever done this to him, shattered his control like it was nothing.
    Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips.
    Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast.
    He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.
    * * *
     
    “THAT was definitely something stupid,” Dez murmured once she could breathe again.
    “Yes.” Taylor had her tucked up against him, her back against his front, one arm wrapped around her waist. “I plan on doing it again later.”
    “I like that plan. But why later?”
    He nuzzled her neck before responding. “We have to go back out to Beau Donnelly’s place.”
    And with those words, reality came crashing back in. Sighing, she eased away from him and sat up, dangling her legs over the edge of the bed. “Yeah. There is that. Shit.”
    Behind her, she felt the bed shifting. Despite his apparent change of heart, she was still caught off guard when he came up to sit behind her, wrapping her in his arms. “We may not find anything. Probably won’t. But we owe it to that boy, to his family, to at least try.”
    “I know.” Brooding, she stared off into nothing, wishing she could use her gift in a little more active fashion.