Trust Me on This - Jennifer Crusie [60]
And then he was inside her, and the shock of him in her, the fullness of him, suddenly kicked her craving to a fever pitch and made her rock into him, jerking against him so hard that her hips lifted him as she pressed her head back into the pillows.
“Easy,” he breathed. “Take it easy, love.” He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, and Dennie felt herself slide down farther, harder onto him, felt the scream in her blood as every nerve she had expanded to meet him and everything inside her tightened and glowed hotter while he rocked and rocked into her over and over, until she didn’t know what was pulse and what was Alec. Then it was too much, and she writhed and cried out and clawed at him but he only held her tighter, his hands holding her hips to him relentlessly while he licked inside her mouth, and then it all slammed into her, all the heat and the pressure and the tightness, and she screamed. Alec rolled her beneath him and kicked off the slam again, and Dennie let go and shuddered under him, over and over again, feeling every cell in her body empty into him in glorious response. In the aftershock of her climax, she felt him jerk against her, too, the way she had shuddered against him, and then he was beside her on the bed, holding her, and she felt empty without him.
He kissed her gently, and the kiss grew, neither of them willing to break it. When it did end, he let his lips roam her face, caressing her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally taking her mouth again, stroking his tongue gently into her. “I knew it would be like this for us,” he whispered to her finally, and she said, “I know. I knew it too.”
Half an hour later, when they were both drowsy and calm and achingly satisfied, Alec let go of her with more reluctance than he’d thought he was capable of. “I have to go,” he said, and rolled out of bed and began to get dressed.
“What are you going to tell Bond?” Dennie asked sleepily. “About being late?”
“The truth.” Alec grinned at her as he buttoned his shirt. She was tangled in the sheets, and her curls tumbled into her eyes, and she looked warm and satisfied and his. He wanted her again, and had to tell himself sternly, Later. “I’ll tell him you were so grateful about the house that you grabbed me and ravished me before I could leave.”
“That’s not the truth,” Dennie said, sinking deeper into the bed as she stretched and yawned. “You grabbed me.”
Later, dammit, Alec told his body and said, “Close enough.” He watched her for a minute, planning later, and then he said, “You’re not thinking about doing anything dumb like leaving that bed, are you?”
“Nope.” Dennie yawned again. “If I’m asleep when you get back, wake me up.” She rolled onto her side and curled up, and her body was outlined by the sheet as it stretched over her curves.
“Count on it,” Alec said, and went down to finish off Bond.
Half an hour later, he was back. Dennie heard him undress and then he crawled into bed beside her and wrapped himself around her from behind.
“That was quick,” Dennie murmured, spooning herself into him.
“He said, ‘Tomorrow,’ ” Alec said in her ear, and his breath made her shiver a little. “He wants you to be there when he signs the contract. You overdid it, dummy. He thinks you’re going to be so grateful, he’s going to get laid.”
Dennie rolled a little so she was half on her back, her shoulder pressed against Alec’s chest. “He told you this?”
“No, he told me the contract was so important to you that you’d want to see it signed.” Alec kissed her shoulder. “You really sold him, I’ll give you that.”
“Thanks.” Dennie nestled closer, loving his body even more now that she knew what it could do. “Got anything else you’d like to give me?”
“It’s going to be like this