Silver Falls - Anne Stuart [83]
He’d wrapped the bedspread tight around them both, trapping her against his body, his cock inside her, the sensation was frustrating and delicious. She wanted to break free. She wanted to stay trapped forever. And her orgasm was coming closer, dancing along her nerve endings, making her tremble, and she didn’t want to let go, didn’t want this to end, but he was moving faster, deeper, harder, and she clutched the sheets beneath her, trying to hold on.
He put his mouth against her ear, his breath hot and moist. “Stop fighting, Rachel. Give it to me. Come for me. Come now.” As his words filled her head his hand reached down between their bodies to touch her, hard, and she was lost. She screamed, for the first time in her life, as her body felt blown away into a million pieces. She felt him go rigid in her arms, and she knew he was there, too, and she thought about condoms, and she didn’t care and all she wanted was him, inside her, around her, making up her entire world, so that she could lose herself in him, in the feelings, in the desire that went hand in hand with love….
That was enough to bring her back to earth with a thud. Stray tremors danced across her body, and he pulled away, turning his back to her for a moment.
“You used a condom,” she said in a rough whisper.
He looked back at her. “Of course I did. What kind of man do you think I am?”
She pulled the bedspread around her, shivering slightly in the cool room. “The kind of man who forces his sister-in-law to have the best sex of her life even when she says no.”
There was a faint grin on his brooding face. “Best of your life, eh?”
“I said no,” she repeated, clinging to it.
“Yes, you did. And now you’re ruined, you can never go back to your husband. Mission accomplished.”
The faint chill grew worse. “Very noble sacrifice on your part,” she said, trying to keep her teeth from chattering, trying to keep her emotions at bay.
He turned and smiled at her with such devastating sweetness that her defenses almost came crashing down. “I’m a helluva guy,” he said. “Now this time let’s do it simply because we want to.”
She started at him. “This time?”
“The night is young, and you’ve been haunting my dreams since I first saw you skulking around Stephen Henry’s kitchen door. I want to fuck you any way you’ll let me, and then I want to do it again. I want us to make love until we’re too weak to move, sleep for a little bit, and then start all over.”
“I don’t think your brother’s going to need further convincing.”
“I don’t give a shit about my brother. This one’s for us.” And he pulled the bedspread from around her, spreading it out so he could look at her in the shadowy light of the motel room. “Okay?”
“I think it’s too late,” she said gloomily. “I’m lost.”
“I know you are,” he said with a faint smile. “I am, too. Maybe we can find our way back together.”
He was close, not moving, and she realized it was up to her. He wouldn’t push it again.
So she rose on her knees with one fluid movement, slid her arms around his neck, pressed her naked breasts against his hard, smooth chest, and brushed her lips against his mouth, slowly, tantalizingly, until he grabbed her with a hungry growl and they fell back among the covers, rolling and tumbling with delight.
17
Taking a shower in the Bates Motel was probably not the smartest thing she ever did, but lying in bed with Caleb Middleton wasn’t an option. Because if she had a choice she could have stayed there forever, and her life hadn’t turned out that way. The rain-soaked light of day brought reality crushing back. She had responsibilities. She had Sophie. She had managed to drag her daughter into a mess so deadly and so complicated that they might not survive, and there was no way she could keep hiding away.
She should