Sandra Brown - Low Pressure

A drop of moisture leaked from the tip. She took it on her thumb, sucked it off, and pressed her thumb against the center of her lower lip, which he’d told her was sexy. Raspily, he said, “Disappointed, my ass,” then covered her mouth in a fierce kiss that left her mindless. She was on her back on the bed before she realized how she’d got there. He bent over her and kissed her belly as he peeled off her panties.

She didn’t know until later what had happened to them. They disappeared while she was held in thrall of the trail of kisses that brought his mouth to where she pulsed with need, in thrall of his stubbled cheeks against her thighs, in thrall of what he was doing with his lips, his tongue, with his gliding fingers, with his rumbled words of adoration and coarse carnality that she’d never found to be a turn-on until now.

In thrall of Denton Carter loving her.

“Are you back?” he whispered.

Her eyes opened partially. “Hmm.”

“You sure?” It took all his willpower only to nudge her, not penetrate. But, damn, it was tough to hold back.

Her eyes came fully open. “Yes. I’m back.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “Have fun?”

She blushed.

“Have fun?” He nudged her again, only this time pushing into her until the head of his cock was snug inside.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“I’m glad.” He rubbed his lips across the freckles on her cheekbone.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“The pleasure was mine.”

“Really?”

All teasing aside, he angled his head back and looked into her beautiful eyes, which always looked slightly bruised. He wondered if they would ever be entirely rid of that haunted quality. “Really.” They stared at each other for a meaningful moment.

He sank into her a little deeper and her throat arched up. “That feels amazing.”

“To me, too.”

“But you haven’t…”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Because you were drifting in euphoria. And I want you to remember this. With perfect clarity.”

She touched his rough cheek. “I could never forget this.”

“Me either.”

“Only because you had to work so hard for it.”

“Nope. Because you’re so damn beautiful.” He pressed deeper still and grimaced with pleasure. “And because you feel so good. Now that I’m here, and I know just how sweet you are, I want to make it last. But damned if I can.”

A second later, he was sheathed completely, his fingers were entangled in her hair, and his breathing was loud and ragged against her neck. Sliding his hands under her ass, he tilted her up and pushed into her as deep as he could possibly go.

“Jesus, Bellamy.” He hoped that with that guttural moan he’d made her understand just how tight and hot and incredible she felt.

Because when he began to move, he was quickly lost.

“Hey, you? A.k.a.? Are you asleep?”

Bellamy snuggled against him and sighed with contentment. “No. Just thinking.”

He had gathered a strand of her hair and was sweeping the ends of it across her nipple. “The way your hair brushes against them? Sexiest thing I ever saw. Drives me crazy. But I think I told you that already.”

“That’s driving me crazy,” she said as he continued the idle whisking.

“Good crazy?”

“Wonderful crazy.”

He tilted her head back and they kissed. When it finally ended, he asked, “What were you thinking about?”

“I was afraid of this because I didn’t want to be compared to my sister. But I don’t believe you were thinking about her at all.”

He didn’t say anything for several beats. Then, “You had a sister?”

She laughed and pressed her face against his chest. Her hand trailed down to his navel. “You’re not wearing the bandage anymore.”

“My back’s okay. Stings a little sometimes.”

“And these?” She leaned up and kissed the cuts on his face.

“They’re gonna need a lot of that.”

“And where’s your gun?”

“I didn’t think I should tote it to the funeral.”

“Good thing you didn’t. You might have shot Jerry. Although that’s not his name.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Right now…” He pulled her over on top of him and when they were settled belly to belly she asked where he’d gone flying after leaving the reception. “Did you fly the senator’s plane?”

He shook his head. “When I got out to the airfield, a buddy of Gall’s was there. He has a Stearman. Know what that is?” When she shook her head, he described a vintage biplane that was originally used as a military trainer but was now popular for flying aerobatics in air shows.

“Ever since Gall told me about this guy and his plane, I’ve been wanting to go up in it. He took me for a spin, then he landed it, and we switched seats.”

“He let you fly it?”

“And boy, did I. It’s as fast and nimble as a waterfront whore.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“I don’t think about that. Only about how much fun it is.” He winked mischievously. “I’ve got two favorite pastimes. Both are a lot of fun, and both start with the letter ef.”

Catching his meaning, she smiled. “But only one is dangerous.”

“Depends on who you’re doing it with.”

“Why do you love it so much?”

“What’s not to love? Being naked, skin to skin, feels good. You can’t beat the view or the playthings.” He touched the tip of her breast and smiled when it hardened against his fingertip. “Especially your playthings.” He smoothed his hands down over her bottom and secured her more firmly against him. “But the best part is feeling you come.”

Heat filled her cheeks. “I meant flying.”

“Ohhhh, why do I love flying .”

They shared a laugh, then he hugged her to him tightly. “I acted like a jerk when I got home, but I was actually glad to see you here.”

“I was nervous.”

“You thought I’d turn you down and kick you out?”

“I thought you might.”

“Not a chance.”

He slid his hands over her bottom all the way down to her thighs. He spread them apart until she was straddling him, then lifted her so he could push inside.

He was full and hard, but mostly he was Dent, and she pressed down on him with a satisfied sigh. Leaning forward, she kissed his mouth, long and slow, then squirmed down and touched the tip of her tongue to his nipple. He made a low, sexy sound and asked her to repeat that.

His arousal aroused her, but when she began to rock against him, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up to a sitting position. “I want to watch.”

“What?”

He splayed his hand over her lower belly. “Lean back. Farther. Put your hands on my thighs.”

She hesitated, then did as he instructed, making herself vulnerable to his hot gaze and to his thumb, which he slid down between their bodies. He watched the lips of her sex close around it, then looked into her eyes as he began to stroke her with a circular motion that caused her body to quicken and involuntarily thrust against his thumb. Tilting her face toward the ceiling, she closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensations.

Without inhibition, she gave over to her impulses, moved as her body was dictating, and allowed herself to be governed strictly by her senses. She heard Dent’s hiss of pleasure, felt the fervent, wet tug of his mouth on her nipple, the flicking of his tongue in concert with his thumb’s caresses.

She arched her back and cried out his name.

At some point during the wee hours, they grew tired enough to spoon. “You never did tell me,” she said drowsily.

“Tell you what?”

“Why you love flying so much. You told me that you fell in love with it the first time Gall took you up. He told me you were enraptured.”