Page 70 of Her Reluctant Hero
Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes as he vaulted over the edge, felt her holding on to him, unsure if she followed.
“Christ, Bella,” he managed, dropping to his side next to her. “I don’t usually have such a hair trigger.”
Without a word, she turned onto her side, sliding her hand across his shoulder to his chest, tucking her head between his neck and shoulder. He stroked her side, over her hip, watched her skin jump, sending him the signal he was looking for. She hadn’t come with him.
He dealt with the condom, then nestled her closer to him, teased her thighs apart as he stroked her open. She reacted like an electric shock had gone through her, but he wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. He dragged his touch down to her opening, teasing her, caressing until she tensed, then retreating.
“You have kind of a hair trigger yourself,” he murmured, dipping his fingers into her, feeling her squeeze around him.
He was getting hard again. Damn, he’d made love to her three times in the past twenty-four hours. Only teenagers were supposed to be able to recover so fast, right? But he knew the reason, if he cared to admit it.
“Bella.”
He kissed her soft mouth, his touch playing between her smooth thighs, stringing her tight as a bow, and then he was ready, over her, in her, and she was crying out, clinging to him, bowing beneath him.
He tucked his head into the curve of her throat and rode out her orgasm, knowing he wouldn’t follow.
He didn’t need to.
She smiled up at him, a lopsided smile, like she didn’t have control of her muscles. The idea, the smile, made him feel like king of the world.
Christ, he was treading thin ice, here, putting his expectations on her. Just like he’d done with Rebecca.
She reached up to bring his head down for a kiss, but he broke away.
“Better get cleaned up so we can find a signal.”
The confusion couldn’t have been clearer on her face. Yes, he was a bastard. Knowing that, he still pushed off the bed away from her.
