Page 56 of Company of Thieves
“I believe we can be forgiven if we have the wedding night first,” he said, and, with a quick look around the cabin, locked the door before he swept Octavia’s desk clear.
“Alan!” I said, scandalized when he divested me of my top before he lifted me onto the desk. His hands and mouth were all over me, tasting me, teasing me, reacquainting us both with what we’d missed the last week. His hands took possession of my breasts, which was exactly what they wanted, taking each nipple into his mouth while I moaned and clutched his shoulders. “This isn’t our cabin! I don’t think they would like—oh, dear god, yes, right there.”
I struggled with the need to let him work his magic on me, and the desire to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I tugged on the tie and stiff collar that hid his throat from me, tossing them on the floor while he slid his hands into the waistband of my pants.
“This is the worst outfit ever,” I growled, sliding his jacket down over his arms. “There’s too much to it. Please tell me you’re not going to wear this again.”
“If I wish to fit into the Western world—” he started to say, his mouth on my breasts.
“To hell with that. How on earth is this ... Alan!” I gave up trying to pull his shirt out and unhook things. Somehow, his pants refused to budge, as if they were connected to his shirt.
He made an annoyedtsk, then grinned and yanked his shirt off over his head. Beneath it, he wore what amounted to an undershirt, a pair of braces holding up his pants.
“Off,” I said, pointing at them.
“I do not like being dominated, little dove. I’ve told you this before,” he said, trying to sound bossy and domineering, but he shucked his pants and undergarments in record time.
I used the time to get back on my feet and shimmy out of my pants, underwear, and sandals. “Uh-huh. And yet, you love it when it’s my turn to be on top.”
“That, my love, is entirely a different matter,” he said, hoisting me back onto the table, spreading my thighs as he did so. He hesitated for a couple of seconds, glancing down at my belly. “This won’t hurt you? Won’t hurt the babe?”
“No. I think we have a lot of time before we have to slow down.” I wrapped my legs around his body. “Make me feel just how much you love me.”
“Such a demanding little dove,” he said, his lips burning on mine when he tilted my hips, allowing him to slide into me, all my intimate muscles rippling along his intrusion. My entire body felt like it was going up in flames, the heat from my private parts spreading like wildfire, making my breath catch, and my heart race.
“You make me burn, Hallie,” he moaned into my ear, his body moving with a rhythm that I thought was the most beautiful thing in the world. His shoulder was salty when I first licked it, then bit it when he leaned into me, forcing me backward slightly, while pulling my hips up. He hit all the sensitive spots inside me, making me see stars. “Just when I think I can’t stand it, you make me want more. Can you ... I don’t want to hurt you, but I just want to bury myself in you as deep as I can go. ...”
I flexed my hips, allowing him in deeper, his words winding the familiar tension in my deepest parts tighter and tighter. His movements become wild, hard thrusts meant to impale, his body answering the call of mine to join in the most elemental way a man and a woman could. This was no mere lovemaking—this was a pure, primal mating, a claiming, and I reveled in every second of it.
And when it became too much for me and I fell into the most glorious orgasm, he was there holding me, finding his own moment of absolute joy when we stopped being two separate people, and made one glorious, sweaty being.
“I’m just glad that desk is bolted to the floor,” I said eons later, when I lay on top of Alan. He was flat on his back on the floor.
He cracked an eye open to look at me.
I grinned. “The way you rocked my world, I was afraid you were going to move the table into the next cabin.”
