She didn’t squirm quickly enough and ended up under him.
“I am.”
His mouth fastened greedily on her throat and sent little licks of heat straight down her body to her toes.
“I want to talk to you.”
“Okay, you talk while I get you out of these clothes. Still wearing your weapon,” he observed as he hit the release for the harness. “Thinking of zapping some wildlife?”
“That’s against city ordinance. Roarke.” She caught his wrist as his hand closed sneakily over her breast. “I want to talk to you.”
“I want to make love with you. Let’s see who wins.”
It should have infuriated her, the fact that he already had her shirt open and her breasts aching. Then his mouth closed over that sensitive flesh and had her eyes all but crossing in pleasure. Still, it wouldn’t do to let him win too easily.
She let her body go limp, moaned, and combed her fingers through his hair, ran them over his shoulders. “Your jacket,” she murmured and tugged at it. When he shifted to shrug free, she had him.
It was a basic tenet of hand-to-hand. Never lower your guard. She scissored, shoved, and pinned him with a knee to the crotch and an elbow to the throat.
“You’re tricky.” He calculated he could dislodge the elbow, but the knee…There were some things a man didn’t care to risk. He kept his eyes on hers and slowly, carefully skimmed his fingertips up her bare torso, circled her breast. “I admire that in a woman.”
“You’re easy.” His thumb brushed lightly over her nipple, quickening her breath. “I admire that in a man.”
“Well, you’ve got me now.” He unsnapped her waistband, teased her stomach muscles to quiver. “Be kind.”
She grinned, levered her elbow away to brace her hands on either side of his head. “I don’t think so.” Lowering her head, she caught his mouth with hers.
She heard his breath suck in, felt his arms come around her, fingers digging in. His groan thundered through her pulse.
“Your knee,” he managed.
“Hmm?” Lust was full-blown now and raging. She shifted lips and teeth to his throat.
“Your knee, darling.” She moved to attack his ear and nearly unmanned him. “It’s very effective.”
“Oh, sorry.” Snorting, she lowered her knee, lowered her body, and let him roll her over. “Forgot.”
“A likely story. You may have caused permanent damage.”
“Aw.” With a wicked grin, she tugged open his trousers. “I bet we can make it all better.”
His eyes went dark when she stroked him, stayed open and on hers when their lips met again. This kiss, surprisingly tender, twined that terrifyingly strong emotion with the easy lust.
The lower edges of the sky were as wildly red as the blossoms arching over them. The shadows were long and soft. She could hear birdsong and the whisper of air through the dying leaves. The touch of his hands on her was like a miracle, chasing away all the ugliness and pain of the world she walked in.
She didn’t even know she needed to be soothed, he thought as he stroked, and he soothed, so that arousal was slow and warm and liquid. Perhaps neither had he, until they held like this, touched like this. The romance of the air, the light, the gradual surrender of a strong woman was gloriously seductive.
He eased into her, watching her face as the first orgasm rolled through her, feeling her body clench, shudder, go pliant as his fueled it and filled it.
She kept her eyes open, as fascinated by the intensity of his stare as the silvery ripples of sensation that pumped through her. She matched his pace, silky and smooth even as her breath tore. And when she saw those dark Celtic eyes cloud, go opaque, she framed his face with her hands, pulled his mouth to hers to savor his long, long groan of release.
When his body was ranged weightily over hers, his face buried in her hair, she wrapped her arms companionably around him. “I let you seduce me.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Thank you. You tolerated it all so stoically, too.”