I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her up toward me. I’m not supposed to be lifting anything in my condition but screw the doctor’s orders—I need to kiss my lady.
Claire kisses me back, tender and soft like she’s afraid I might break. Her tongue darts into my mouth, her body reacting in succession to mine.
We haven’t shared an intimate moment like this since we’ve been here, and it’s showing through the heated passion that sparks at our touch.
“Johnny,” she breathes into my mouth. “We can’t.”
But it doesn’t matter; we can’t stop what we already started. Not when it tastes this fucking sweet.
I run my hands down her frame, relishing every curve. I weave them under her shirt, allowing my skin to touch hers. It’s smooth and everything I remember it to be.
It’s not that we haven’t been close since the attack on my life, but we’ve avoided anything that would exert too much of my energy and potentially hinder my healing. We sleep practically naked together every night, but this is the first time in a while we’ve let ourselves explore each other this way.
And damn if my entire being doesn’t want more, more, more.
“Yes, we can,” I tell her, grabbing her by the waist and leading her from our tiny bathroom into the open area that makes up our living space. “I hate how small this place is.”
“What? Really? It’s cozy.”
I break away from her kiss and shove her onto the mattress, dropping to my knees in front of her and immediately finding the button of her pants. I drag them over her ass, wiggling them all of the way off her body and tossing them aside. I climb my way up, dragging my bottom lip along her thigh and tugging at her panties with my teeth.
I fight the breath that catches in my chest. We’ve barely gotten started, and somehow, I’m already winded. I refuse to allow my lack of endurance to stop us from crossing the finish line.
Claire senses my hesitation and props herself onto her elbows. “Johnny…”
I ignore her, wiggling my finger under the band of her undies and moving them to the side. Gliding my tongue over the remnants of a faded tan line, I make my way to her slit, where I allow myself a taste of her, my cock throbbing in response to her delectable sweetness. I trail down, savoring more of her.
She’s wet, so fucking wet, like she’s been ready for me this entire time.
I steady myself, trying to even out my ragged breathing in a desperate attempt to play it off like this is no big deal. But if I’m being honest, even if I wasn’t recovering from a gunshot wound to the abdomen, I’d still be worked up from waiting this long to be close with the woman I love.
Claire sits up completely, severing the connection between me and her sugary bits.
I sigh. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine.” She wipes at my lip with her thumb. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Is this how she feels when I treat her exactly the same? How do I prove to her that I want this despite the danger it potentially poses?
“You’re not hurting me.”Unless you count my pounding boner.“I want this.”
Claire’s blue gaze scans my face.
I know she’s struggling between being safe and frantically wanting this, too.
“Lay down,” she demands. “I’m doing the work.” Claire places her hands on my shoulders and guides me onto my back.
My heart picks up its pace, and I do my best to hide my triumphant grin.
Claire glides her hands to my waist, tugging my boxers and gray sweats over my hips in one solid motion, freeing my erection in the process. She brings her face to my dick, blowing a bit of cool air along the shaft before running her tongue teasingly over the base and up to swirl around the top.
I flop my head against the bed, my eyes practically rolling back as she licks the precum and spreads her lips around my cock. She takes me into her mouth, sliding it deep into the back of her throat. I throb against her teeth and revel in the pleasure it brings me.
Knowing how much I’m fucking loving this, she giggles and pulls away. She straddles my waist, teasing us both as she glides herself over me and reaches for a condom from the nightstand next to the bed. Claire finds one in my wallet, pulling it out and tossing the rest aside. She brings the package to her mouth and bites the corner off.
Who would have known using protection could be so fucking hot?
Claire pulls the rubber out, immediately moving to secure it around my ready member. Within seconds, she’s positioned herself in place, sliding herself over me to continue this whirlwind of pleasure.