Page 15 of Price of Paradise

“What?”

“A condom.”

“I’m on the pill, Gunner,” she said, her voice husky with her passion. “And I’m clean.”

“I got a clean bill of health last month, and I haven’t been with anyone in longer than that, but are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she swore in a breathless voice. “Please, I need you.”

“I’m here, baby girl.” He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass. “Guide me in,” he urged. When she took his cock in her small fist, it was all he could do to keep from coming. Mae brought him to her entrance, and he thrust forward. His cock pushed between her pussy lips, but it wasn’t enough. He needed the fast, hard loving she’d talked about the night before.

Gunner lifted her off the floor and sucked in a breath as Mae wrapped her legs around his waist. Slim arms came around his neck next, and Gunner heard her moan his name. He held her tight as he impaled her with his hard cock.

“Ride me,” he urged, his voice rougher than he’d intended.

When Mae’s lower body began a slow, torturous rhythm, Gunner felt his balls drawing up tight. “Faster, baby,” he coaxed, “like you wanted before. Fuck it good.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Mae moaned, as she slammed her pussy onto his dick.

“Ah, Jesus,” he gritted out. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks. Gunner let loose a string of curses as her inner musclesclutched and held him tight. Then she lifted once more, until he was barely seated inside her an inch. As the bulbous head kissed her pussy lips, Mae thrust onto him again. Their mouths met, and Gunner gently bit her lower, plumper lip. He suckled, then dipped his tongue inside, teasing a whimper from her.

Mae pulled almost painfully at fistfuls of his hair, then rode his cock hard, forcing him clear to the hilt. Gunner almost lost his balance, but he swiftly pumped back at her, and the pace was on. They took from each other, demanding--hell, almost punishing. He sucked at her tongue; then he felt her mash her breasts against his chest, and he pulled his mouth off her so he could watch her pretty tits bouncing with each rapid movement.

“Jesus, you’re a sight,” he crooned.

She was out of control, thrusting up and down. Suddenly, she screamed and flung her head back against the wall as her orgasm bathed his cock. Gunner erupted, filling her with hot jets of his seed.

Mae slumped against him, boneless and sweating. Both of them breathed heavily, their chests rising and falling in fast, shallow pants. She’d thoroughly worked him over.

As he released her thighs, she slowly slid to the floor. Gunner waited until he was sure she wasn’t going to fall before he stepped away. “You okay?”

She blushed. “A little sore, to be honest. I could use a bath.”

“We’ll bathe together,” he whispered, dipping his head and brushing his lips over hers.

Mae stepped away, then started for the bathroom. Gunner’s gaze drifted down her back to her bottom, noticing marks on her. Bruises? He tugged on her. “Hey, wait,” he ordered.

She stopped, then stared over her shoulder at him. Gunner closed the gap before kneeling down behind her andkissing the bruises forming on the soft skin of each cheek. One by one, he touched his lips to each mark he’d left on her perfect skin. “I was too rough, damn it. I’m sorry.”

“I was rough, you mean. All you did was hold on.” Mae cupped his cheek, caressing his jaw. “I like the stubbles on you, by the way. You’re always so clean-shaven. Since you’ve been here you’ve let your facial hair grow. I like it.”

He looked up at her from his position, her tender expression and sweet smile tugging at his heart. She was so delicate. From her big, caring heart to her soft, creamy skin. “I suppose I could let it grow in a little. If you want.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You’d do that?”

“Mm, if you like it that way, then sure.” As he stood back up and took her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, he said, “I’m sorry, baby girl. A few of those bruises are likely from last night. I should have been easier with you.”

“Gunner, you give as good as you get. I never want you to hold back. Ever. I like it. I like how wild you get. How anxious you are to touch me. Kiss me. It’s a major turn-on.”

He grinned at her description. “A turn-on, huh?”

She bobbed her eyebrows. “Major.”

Her whispered answer drifted over Gunner’s skin. To have his marks on her was a sign of possession in Gunner’s eyes. Knowing she liked it gave him a small measure of hope. He wanted her emotionally involved with him. With all his might, Gunner clung to the small kernel Mae unwittingly offered. Damn, how he ached to hear Mae say that she wanted him to make love to her, and not just sate her lust. If he had anything to say about it, she’d give him something before their weekend was over. Some sign that he meant more to her than merely a fun weekend.

Once they were in the bathroom, Gunner started the water in the tub, then dumped in some of the hotel shampoo tocreate a makeshift bubble bath for Mae.

Once the water was partway up the sides of the tub, Gunner held out a hand. “In you go.”

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