Page 69 of Tangled Threats on the Nomad Highway
“Come on, baby. I want you in this bed. Mybed.” He steered her backwards towards where she knew the bed was,so it wasn’t a surprise when it hit the backs of her legs.“Ourbed.” He lifted and tossed her, and as she bounced onthe mattress, his clever hands had her pants and panties strippedaway, socks too. “God damn. I’m a fucking lucky man.”
He froze in place, and she stared at him,taking in everything about him.
That crooked smile and the way he stood withshoulders squared, ready for anything. The tattoos extended acrosshis chest and belly, the dark lines and symbols covering so much ofthat satin skin over hard muscles. He looked unbelievably sexy ashe looked down, his gaze roving every inch of her. Heavy scruffdefined his jaw, and the furrow that was so often between his browshad faded, leaving him looking lighter and happier. With his jeanshanging off his slim hips, he looked like a conqueror, and shesmiled at the thought as she curled onto her side.
“I’m lucky too.” He smiled at her words,cheeks lifting so his eyes narrowed, the expression of delight sucha novelty she marked it, branding it on her brain. “Don’t leave mealone.”
“Never again, Marian. Never gonna leave youagain.” He bent and, with efficient movements, finished strippingbefore putting a knee to the mattress. “Never again.” He grasped anankle and tugged, shifting her on the bed. As he moved to restbetween her legs, he straightened on his knees, and she saw therest of his body for the first time. Thick thighs rose in strongcolumns to the juncture of his body, where a rigid shaft of fleshlifted proudly from a nest of curls. “Neither one of us will bealone. I’ve got you, baby.” The heat along her leg was his handtraveling from ankle to knee, then up her thigh to caress the curveof her hip, leaving behind an indelible trace of his touch insparks and tingles. “Gonna take care of you.”
“Promise?” Trembling sounds joined to pushthat one word out, her throat closing around the rest of theplea.
His body soared over hers, held up by onestiffened arm as that skillful hand continued its blazing trailalong her skin. “Always take care of my baby.”
“Please.” She didn’t know exactly what sheneeded, but from the gleam in his eye, she thought he might.“Einstein, please?”
“Gonna take care of you.” His mouth touchedhers, this kiss sweet, reverent, and brief as his lips slid to hercheek, then near her ear. His soft whisper was a gentle, “Wannamake love to you, Marian. I won’t hurt you. Won’t ever hurt you.”Teeth nipped at her lobe, and she gasped, her hands flying up tocurl around his back. Palms flat on the broad expanse of skin, sheexplored as kisses rained down her neck, interspersed with warm,wet passes of his tongue, mixed in equal measure by sharp bites andnips. “Make you ready for me.”
“I’m ready now.”
His gentle laughter at her words wasaccompanied by gusts of air across her chest, and she shivered ashis mouth met her breast. Soft lips closed around a nipple andtugged, a movement that had a direct line to her groin, the swellof want pushing her hips up against nothing.
“Einstein.” Chin to her chest, she watchedhis face as he pulled more of her into his mouth. With his eyesclosed, he looked like he was concentrating hard, and as he suckedfirmly she gasped again, sighing, “Jim.” He smiled, lips stilltight around her flesh.
His tongue lapped a wide swath across herpebbled nipple. “Need you wanting, baby.” He shifted to hisforearms as he moved down the bed, mouth leaving a wet trail alongher skin, tongue working back and forth until he encountered hernavel, where he paused. Dipping inside, then curling around theperimeter, the innocent touch made her hips jerk again, this timehis chest there to confront the movement. The pressure felt good,so good she repeated the action, groaning when his hand landed onher hip and pinned her to the bed. “Want you desperate for me.”
“Jim.” When he didn’t look up, she studiedwhat she could see of his face. Brow furrowed, he was concentratingon her every reaction, reading her body like a book, and she knewit wouldn’t take long for him to register her sudden hesitancy.Sure enough, his eyes popped open, and he rested his chin justabove her mons, staring up at her. “I’ve never done this before.”He didn’t respond verbally, but the way his pupils dilated told herthe words had registered. “I don’t know what to do for you.”
“You shouldn’t worry about that.” Mouthquirking up on one side, he blinked slowly. “What we’re doing rightnow has me hard enough to pound spikes.” Shifting, one of his handsdisappeared underneath him, and she watched the muscles of his armbunch and move.He’s touching himself. Talking to me andtouching himself.“Me wanting you is never going to be anissue, Marian. And I thought it might be the case, but you nothaving taken anyone into your body before isn’t a turnoff, so justwipe that idea from your mind. The knowledge that you’ve nevertrusted anyone like this makes me want to crow.”
“I understand the mechanics.” She shrugged,feeling silly at having this discussion while naked and halfunderneath him. “Can’t grow up in the country without having someidea of what sex is about.”
“Yeah, but we aren’t going to have sex.” Hesurged up the bed and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue betweenher lips as she caught up to and met his movements. He broke away,and with his mouth next to her ear, whispered, “I’m going to makelove to you, baby.”
Goose bumps erupted over her skin, drawnthere in an instant by the heat and truth in his words.
“It’ll never be anything else between us.Even if it’s hard and fast sometimes, you’ll know—I’m always goingto be making love to you.”
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Einstein
He kissed her again, insistently, fingerscurled in her hair to tug her head backwards as he traveled fromher lips to the satin skin of her throat. Moving back down herbody, this time faster, he reconnected with all the places she’denjoyed on the first round, until he reclaimed his place betweenher legs.
Without hesitating, he lapped at her center,tongue laving slowly up to focus on the button of nerves that madeher gasp and writhe. Every sound was music to his ears, telling himshe wasn’t banking her passion. With his palms scraping up theinside of each thigh, he curled a firm grip around her hips andapplied pressure, holding her in place. Then he made out with herlower lips, not turned off that they’d been on the bike all daybecause she smelled and tasted of arousal. Slippery wetness met hisprobing tongue when he speared inside, and the moan she gave at thebarely there entrance had his balls drawing up tight to his body.Einstein angled his knees wider, not giving himself any room tofind friction, knowing he’d come at the first touch right now.
He shifted and met his tongue with a finger,getting it wet enough it slid inside her without resistance.Curling and thrusting, he let her sounds and movements guide him,and soon enough, he slipped in a second finger, adding scissoringto the motions in his arsenal. Marian gave him a flow of constantfeedback in sighs and moans, gasps scattered and separated bydrawn-out cries of his name, by turns low and quavering, or highand demanding.
With her thighs tensed on either side of hishead, he played with all the sensitive areas he could reach,sucking and tonguing her clit until she quivered, then mouthed hisway along the juncture of thighs to her body.
“Jim.” His name came from her mouth on arising wail, and her body tightened. Mouth to her core, he felt thepulsing of her orgasm through the clenching hold her channel had onhis fingers, the jerking of her body under his.
Pulling back, he kept two fingers inside,thrusting in the same steady rhythm as he brushed his thumbsideways across her clit. Marian’s head was pushed backwards intothe pillow, eyes closed, mouth open as she trembled. Her handsroved side to side across her belly, and he tracked each movement,noting each sensual pass over her skin. Nipples peaked, muscles andtendons flexing, and he took it all in. She was a study in beautylaid out on the bed in front of him.
When he fumbled for the condom he’d tossedto the bed earlier, she seemed oblivious to the crinkle of thewrapper. The beautiful torment of taking himself in hand to suit upturned him into the one groaning, and he gave himself a hard griparound the base before counting it done. Maybe the agony of thatmakeshift cock ring would let him get all the way into her beforeblowing.
Wiping his lips and chin against the insideof an elbow, he levered himself into place above her and loweredhis mouth to hers. Gratification spread through his gut when shegasped and met him motion for motion, clearly as eager for theconnection as he was.
Then he was inside her, the barest tip ofhis cock nudging between her lips. A curl of his back, thrust ofhis hips, and he sank in halfway, holding still for an eon beforepulling back slowly. Her heels thudded against his ass, strong legskeeping him in place, and Einstein opened eyes he didn’t know he’dclosed to see Marian’s brow furrowed.
