Page 77 of The Hero Within
A hand locked over his shoulder and then Eden pushed him. "Over," she whispered.
"Still wanting to be on top, angel?" Arching his hips, he gave a taunting thrust, searching for her G-spot. "Maybe I'll let you, if...."
"If?" Eden tried not to react, but he could see her eyes losing their focus as her attention turned inward.
Another slow thrust. He felt her shiver, her body locking around him like a glove again.
"Say my name," he encouraged again, brushing his lips against her ear. "Tell me how much you love the feel of me inside you."
Her eyes narrowed.
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, then slowed his pace to something glacial, barely moving.Say it, or I'll make this go so slow you'll be begging me....
Eden bit her lip, arching against him, trying to push him faster.
He slid his hand up her hip, rocking into her with devilish slowness. Eden McClain might be as stubborn as a rock, but he was about to teach her just how patient he could be. He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingertips, suckling one inside his wet mouth, and staring into her eyes.
Her lips parted. "You are an evil man," she breathed.
"I like being on top." He gave her another nudge, a tiny little rock of his hips. "I guess it depends how much you want to ride me,mi alma."
Eden kissed his cheek. "I love the feel of you inside me, Johnny." She licked his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth until the ache of it went right through him. "What do you want me to say? That I can't resist you? Even though I probably should? That last night was the best sex of my life? Well, then I'll say it. I can't resist you. I tried, but I wanted you too damned much."
Good enough. He felt breathless. Grabbing her by the hips, he rolled them both.
Straddling him, she sank down, taking his full length. Johnny's lip curled. Fuck, that felt good.
"Ride me, angel. Show me what you've got."
It was meant to be a game—he recognized that immediately.
She wanted to repay the torture, to drive him as crazy as he'd been making her, but what she didn't realize was that she'd already done that. Being with her, knowing this was most likely all he'd ever have of her was torture enough. If he'd wanted to punish himself, he couldn't have come up with a better means than tasting Eden, just once, before she walked out of his life.
He shoved himself upright, hugging her close so his mouth could find her tits as she rode him. Eden moaned, her hips canting against his.
He told her how much he wanted her, the Spanish tripping from his lips with ease the more he used it. It had been forever since he'd spoken the language, and it brought with it a feeling of belonging, a reminder of all he'd lost. A home. A family. Love, even if it was familial. He could hide here in the words, knowing she didn't understand him. Knowing he could reveal himself, splay his heart wide open, and she'd never, ever know.
They came together, his arms still around her and a kiss on his lips.
It was the best fucking moment of his life.
Eden wilted over his chest as he collapsed back, breaths shuddering as her pussy tightened around him in hot, tight pulses of aftershock.
Johnny slid a caressing hand up her spine, scraping her hair out of the way. He stroked it gently, enjoying the feel of it. Eden lived and breathed control, but her hair had a mind of its own. He buried his face in it, breathing in her soap, loving the fact they were still joined.Closing his eyes in pleasure as her fingertips grazed the stubble on his cheek, as she unconsciously petted him.
He wanted to press her hand to his cheek and pretend this moment would last forever.
Slowly she lifted her head, lashes fluttering over dazed eyes. "I think I have a new appreciation for hate sex."
Like a dash of ice water to the face, the dream was broken.
Johnny froze.
"Mmm." That wasn't what had just happened, and they both knew it. "Speak for yourself."
She looked at him sharply.
Johnny sighed, pulling out of her and spilling her to the side.Eden McClain, you sure know how to ruin a moment. He rolled to the edge of the bed and hunted for his jeans, the sweat chilling on his skin as his heart rate began to return from the stratosphere.
