Lora Leigh - Primal

He groaned. “I’ve no idea. You’re not helping by talking about it, though.”

“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

“Should I be alarmed?”

“Certainly not.” She curled her fingers around his iron-hard erection. “I propose to take the edge off for you. Then you’ll be good to go for the next round.”

“You have a lot of faith in my resilience.”

“Don’t I, though?” Juneau pumped her fist, fingers flexing. “But you know yourself best. Want me to stop?”

His breath went ragged as he arched. “God, no.”

“Good. Because I want to watch you come anyway. I need to see your face. There’s nothing hotter than a man losing control.”

Silas fell back against the pillows, hands fisting at his sides. “Enjoy the show, because I’m getting there.”

“I know you are.” She worked her hand faster, watching his expression and adjusting the rhythm and pressure according to his reactions. “Like this?”

“Harder,” he gasped.

He bucked, helpless in her grasp, and she’d never been so turned on in her life. So big, so powerful . . . and at her mercy. She gave him the extra pressure, and he lost it, panting and moaning as he spiraled up.

“Look at me,” she whispered. “You’re mine when you come.”

His body locked. The orgasm rolled through him in waves that left him trembling. He spurted on her hand, on his belly, and chest. With one fingertip, she touched and tasted. Shivers wracked him; Juneau didn’t know if she’d ever seen anyone come that hard before. An odd tenderness suffused her. She picked the sheet up from the floor and used it to clean him off, and then she curled up against him.

It took him two tries to get his arm around her. “Damn.”

“Feel better?”

“Better is a nap. This is . . . I don’t know what this is.”

She nestled her head against his shoulder. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But I still want the sex, you know.”

“Give me a few.”

“If I must. Just remember you’re on the clock, mister.”

A startled laugh escaped him. “I seem to have lost my time card.”

“Don’t worry, I’m keeping track.”

“ Are you?” He brushed the hair away from her face, gazing with an expression that unsettled her.

“I was teasing.”

“I know. It’s just . . . people don’t. Tease me, I mean. They look away. They hurry off. I’m not used to this kind of normal.”

She jabbed her elbow into his side. “I think I’m offended. Nobody’s ever called me normal before.”

“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” Silas ran his hand down the curve of her hip and drew her atop him.

Juneau glanced down in mock surprise, admiring his erection. Damn, the man was big. “Has it been a few minutes already?”

“Looks that way.”

“Then if you don’t mind, I’ll do the honors. I’m still humming.” She reached for the condoms and drew out a foil packet.

He watched as she tore it open and then moaned when she rolled it down his cock. Huskily, he observed, “You’re good at that.”

“I’m not going to win any awards for abstinence, if that’s what you’re asking. But I’ve always been careful about it.” Her answer sounded defensive, even to her.

But it wasn’t as she’d feared. He didn’t judge her for knowing what she wanted and going after it. Nor did he condemn her because she liked sex and didn’t care whether it always occurred in the confines of a committed relationship.

Silas merely watched with silent, avid admiration as she rose up on her knees and guided him into her body. She worked slowly, stretching to accommodate him. He lay beneath her, stomach rippling with the effort of letting her set the pace. But despite his best attempts, his hands framed her hips and he pulled her down, hard.

She grinned. “Impatient?”

“Sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No. It’s . . . good.” Supporting herself on his chest, she moved on him experimentally, watching his face.

As she rode, he licked his lips, eyelids drifting to half-mast. It seemed like he was in control, except his breath came in ragged gasps. Each time she pushed down, he arched to meet her, and they found a rising rhythm. Oh God. So . . . hot. Yeah. Like that. Need spiraled into pure and perfect tension.

“It’s been so long,” he gritted out.

That was the only warning before he flipped her beneath him and caught both her wrists above her head in one big hand. Then he set the pace, driving with long, deep thrusts. Juneau wrapped her legs around him and tilted her pelvis, moaning when his strokes became more powerful. For the first time, she felt almost overwhelmed by a lover, as if his intensity might break her wide open—and not in the physical sense.

Yet unable to resist, she tightened her thighs, working her hips faster against him.

Getting there. So close now.

She stared up into his dark, tormented eyes, the dark hair falling across his brow, and she drew him down. His lips took hers as he claimed her body, his tongue gliding against hers. God, he tasted good, equal measures fervor and desperation. She’d never had anyone kiss her as if he were starving for her, and it sent her over the edge. Her pussy tightened on his cock, making him moan into her mouth, and then he arched, grinding into her.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck , Juneau.”

Recovering before he did, she held him and wouldn’t let go, even when their heartbeats slowed. His tears dampened the side of her neck, and what the hell did she say now? Part of her wanted never to let him go.

“Wow,” she said eventually.

Silas smiled down at her, dropped a kiss on her nose, and then went to dispose of the condom. Mmm. Delicious. She could barely remember feeling better than this. The world was crazy outside the bungalow, but she wouldn’t think about it tonight.

When he came back, he lay down beside her, gentled somehow. “How’d you come by your name anyway? It’s unusual, isn’t it?”

At this point, she didn’t even mind answering, though she’d told the story countless times. “I was conceived there. My mom always wanted to visit Alaska, and I guess she was really grateful my dad took her.”

He laughed softly and drew her into his arms again. Listening to the slow, steady thud of his heartbeat, she decided, Hell, yeah, the future can wait.

“I’m clear,” Finch said.

Mockingbird slumped in relief; he’d honestly never expected to hear from this agent again, after his signal went dead. But he must have ditched it in case the enemy was tracking it, too. “How?”

“I think a new power popped up on her radar. They lost me.”

Kestrel’s weakness offered their one saving grace. Sometimes he even planned for it and orchestrated a simultaneous firing of abilities among his agents to overwhelm her, so she couldn’t track any of them. Unfortunately for Finch, he hadn’t been able to coordinate anything on such short notice, so he’d been stuck, waiting and hoping. This was unexpectedly good news.

“Lie low for a while. I’m going to see what I can find out about what’s going on in their organization.”

“Roger that. No powers. I’m on vacation in Mexico.”

“Enjoy the sun.”

This part he loved. He didn’t need the keyboard. Instead, he thought about the information he wanted and it filled the screens around him. Which was why he always knew more about the Foundation activities than they did. If he didn’t work in a protected room, Kestrel would find him in a heartbeat. As it stood, she didn’t know where he was, and he preferred to keep it that way. But he had to be careful. Unlike most hackers, since he used his brain, he was susceptible to viruses that translated as physical ailments. It had taken him years to devise firewalls for his mind, and they were still imperfect.