You Can't Go Home Again (23 page)

He ripped the lace as he tried to unhook her bra. He tried
to slow down, expected her to pull back at any moment. Instead she spurred him
on, yanking his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, shoving it upward,
raking her nails across his nipples.

He tossed his shirt aside, groaning at the feel of her nails
against him. He’d been aiming for the couch, but was pretty sure they weren’t
going to get there. He yanked at the waist to her jeans, unsnapping them and
shoving down the zipper, pushing the waist lower, down her hips.

When she unsnapped his jeans, sliding down the zipper, he
heard her groan. As her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he joined her, his
own groan rumbling through his chest.

He grabbed her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp,
pulling her face back to his for another searing kiss.

He was losing his mind; need was making him burn. He was so
aroused, so on edge, he felt a sensation almost like rage coursing through him.
He had to have her. He was losing control. He ripped her hands from his cock,
growling. “Stop, you have to stop… I can’t… Dani… I don’t want to hurt you.”

She cried out, his hands still in her hair, yanking her hair
back, pulling too hard. She moaned again, writhing, twisting her hips against
his shaft. “Please, Jace…. God, I need you.” It was too much. Squatting down in
front of her, he shoved down her jeans and panties, yanking off her boots and
tearing her pants loose. When she was naked before him, he slowed long enough
to savor the sight.

Her head was pressed against the wall, her back arched away
from it, her lips red and full, swollen from his kisses. Her breasts weren’t
big, but firm and tight, the dark pink nipples pointing and taut. The sight of
her flat stomach, tiny waist and curvy hips ripped another groan from his
throat. The dark triangle of hair between her legs beckoned him, the moisture
visible. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in, his tongue darting out to
taste her. He had dreamed of this for so long. He grabbed her leg, tossing it
over his shoulder while he plunged forward with his mouth.

His mouth, hot on her core, seemed to push Dani toward
another peak. His tongue darted back and forth across her clitoris, his fingers
spreading the folds. When the tip of the first one slid inside, he felt her
tight sheath, wet and hot, grip his finger, welcoming the intrusion.

God, she tasted good. “I’ve dreamed of this, of how you’d
taste.” His tongue delved deeper, wringing another moan from her. “So much
better than I ever imagined.” She was so wet, so hot, his finger sliding in and
out. Fuck, she was tight! When he felt the contractions start, he pulled his
finger out, sliding a second one in with it. As her sheath tightened, pulsing
around him, he gripped her ass, pressing her closer, licking harder, on the
verge of release himself.

As he felt her muscles loosen, he stood, pressing kisses
across her shoulders, dipping down to suck her nipples. He pinched one between
his thumb and finger, rolling it, sucking the other deep into his mouth,
running his tongue across the tip.

* * * * *

Dani cried out, Jace’s wicked mouth driving her over one
edge and back up another. She grabbed his head, digging her hands into his
scalp, yanking his mouth up to hers. She tasted her orgasm on his lips, driving
her even higher. She shoved his jeans down; there was no time to get them off
him. Lifting one leg, she wrapped it around his hips, going up on her toes,
trying to align them.

Thankfully, he figured out what she needed, twisting his
hips to adjust. He reached behind her, smacking his hand against her ass,
harder than he’d intended to.

She loved it, the feel of his slap pulsing through her,
forcing her desire higher. “Jace, aaahh…now. Take me now.”

He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist,
placing the tip of his cock against her wet, hungry sheath. He growled against
her ear, “You’re mine, Dani. Always mine. I’m going to make you come so hard,
you’ll never leave me again.” He thrust into her, one long, hard push.

He was so big, so hot…so hard. She twisted her hips, trying
to ride him, unable to move unless he let her. He lifted her hips, slowly
bringing her back down, making her throw her head back and cry out.

* * * * *

The feel of her wet heat wrapping around him was too much.
He had wanted to go slow, to wring every ounce of pleasure from her… But he
couldn’t. He pressed her back against the wall, plunging into her hard and
fast, his orgasm roaring up on him. She matched him, twisting her hips to mirror
his rhythm.

Something in him was yelling, that primal voice urging him
on… Faster, harder. Fuck her harder. Make her scream. He tried to tamp it down,
tried to ignore it. He still pounded into her, gripping her ass, squeezing her
flesh, lost to passion.

He sensed her body beginning to tighten, every muscle
contracting. She dug her nails into his back, urging him on, encouraging the
intensity. When the first wave of release washed over her, she screamed, loud
enough to scare the neighbors.

Jace felt her sheath contract, her nails in his back, and
his own release shattered him. He thrust again and again, yelling through the
most intense orgasm of his life.

When he felt sanity slowly returning, he pulled out, setting
her on her feet. Making sure his legs were steady, he carried her upstairs,
managing to yank back the covers before collapsing them both into her bed.

Pulling her against him, he whispered, “Please don’t leave.
Just be here when I wake up.” He heard her soft breathing and wondered if she’d
even heard him.

Jace woke up…alone. He felt his heart plummet. He bolted
upright, swearing before he was even fully awake. It took him all of two
minutes, cussing her, calling himself an idiot, before he noticed the puppy
curled up on the corner of the bed.

Seeing Dakota, it finally occurred to him that she was
probably still here. It was, after all, her house. He stopped cussing and
listened. When he heard the shower running, he breathed deeply, relief coursing
through him. Until he realized he still didn’t know what she was thinking,
feeling. She may still hate him, and simply be unable to run away this time.

He should give her time to finish her shower, collect her
thoughts. Decide how she felt about this, about them. He should give her space.
He managed to sit still in the bed for approximately thirty seconds.

Space was the last thing she needed. He had one chance. One
way to convince her this wasn’t a mistake. He had to keep her aroused to the
point where she couldn’t think. Thinking equaled leaving. When he was kissing
her, she quit thinking.

He was out of the bed and into the bathroom before he had
time to reconsider. Her bathroom had a large shower with floor-to-ceiling glass
doors. When he saw her, head back, eyes closed, water running down every
luscious curve, he quit thinking too.

She was beautiful. Her brown hair almost black in the water,
her long lashes dark against her creamy complexion. Her lips were red and rosy,
still swollen from previous kisses. He let his gaze wander down. Her long neck,
red with beard burn. Her pert breasts, pink nipples pointing out, begging for
his lips. He watched her hand run down her body, grazing her breast, down her
abdomen and lower. Her gasp let him know exactly what she had in mind.

He held back the groan, his shaft throbbing to painful life
at the sight of her. He had never thought it would bring him this much pleasure
to watch a woman touch and please herself. It was the sweetest kind of torture.

* * * * *

Dani had awakened, more aroused than ever. She should have
been sated, comfortably relaxed after the quick thirty-minute nap. Instead,
she’d been ready to go again. And again and again. She’d let the puppy out,
stopped to watch Jace sleeping for a moment, then groaned and headed into the
shower. She had never felt this out of control, like her body had a mind of its
own. And that mind had taken up permanent residence in the gutter. It was a
special kind of hell.

She’d thought about waking Jace, much the way he’d woken her
last week. However, she was terrified that he would realize what a horrible
mistake this had been. After the absolute best, by a lot, sex she’d ever had,
she didn’t want to hear that he regretted it. So, she figured she would just
take care of it before he woke up.

She trailed her hand down her body, loving the sensation of
the warm water against her heated skin. She dipped a finger low, parting the
folds of her sex, finding the secret spot. Aside from the water, she felt her
own moisture and sighed at the little rush of pleasure. Thinking of Jace, the
feel of his strong, solid body pressing against her, his huge shaft filling
her, thrusting in and out, it didn’t take long before she was on the verge of
release.

* * * * *

Jace watched her touching herself, watched her body respond
to the heightened arousal. Her nipples got darker, tighter. Her lips parted as
he heard her little whimper. He was so hard he hurt. The need to touch her, to
feel her hands on him, brought him out of his stance and spurred him forward.
When he opened the shower door, he heard her quick intake of breath as she spun
around, eyes wide.

Wasting no time, Jace stepped inside and pulled her hard
against him, kissing her before she could say a word. He didn’t want her to
have time to stop him. He needed her, hard and fast.

Knowing she was already on the verge of release, he pulled
his lips away, dipping lower to suckle her breasts. He rasped his tongue
roughly across the tips, suckling deeply then licking again. He ran a hand
down, desperate to touch her.

He must have surprised her, because she made no attempt at
resistance. Instead, she dug her hands into the back of his head, pressing his
face even harder against her breasts. One of his long, strong fingers plunged
into her sheath, sliding deep and slow, before pulling back. Another dip,
another pulse of pleasure. When he pulled back again a second finger joined the
first, stretching her, increasing the delicious friction.

“Damn, Dani… You’re so wet, so hot. Oh, hell… I need…”

He pulled his hand out, spinning her around, pressing her
forward until her hands were on the wall. He pulled her tight against him,
kissing her neck, nipping, suckling her ear. She whimpered against him, driving
him to go faster.

“Spread your legs,” he growled in her ear, sucking a spot
just at the curve of her neck. “Aaahh, you’re so fucking sexy.”

The feel of her ass sliding against his shaft nearly drove
him mad. When she went up on her toes, pressing back against him, whimpering,
he growled against her neck. He reached around, cupping her breasts, squeezing
her tender flesh as a loud moan rolled through her. Afraid he was squeezing too
hard, feeling the need taking hold, he released her and stepped back an inch or
two. He took deep breaths, trying to control his desire, trying to calm his
need.

“Why’d you stop? Jace…please!”

He could hear the need in her voice, the tone pleading. “I’m
not stopping, I just need a minute.”

* * * * *

She looked back over her shoulder, seeing his jaw tight,
teeth clenched. He seemed to be fighting his desire for her. He was trying to
stop when she was about to explode? Uh-uh… She wanted him as desperate as she
was.

She turned around, going to her knees, bringing her hands
around his humongous shaft. Giving him no time to step back, she wrapped her
lips around the tip, licking the salty slit before sucking deep.

She loved the taste of him, the feel of his hot length
sliding through her lips and down her throat. She knew he was trying to cool
off, to slow the pace, but she was too needy, too desperate for that. She
wanted him again, hard and fast, just like in the entryway. “Aaahh, Dani…you
have to stop.” Jace groaned.

Hearing the need in his voice, she smiled softly before
tightening her mouth and pulling deeper. When she lifted a hand, cupping his
shaft, he yelled, grabbing her hair and thrusting into her waiting mouth.
“Aahh… Fuck!”

Finally he pushed her back, yanking her hair and shoving her
off of him. “No! Not like this. I need to… Hell, stand up!”

She heard his groan, felt his cock getting harder in her
mouth. When he pulled her off, she cried out at the loss. She wasn’t done! She
couldn’t process his words around the rush of need. When his hands moved under
her arms, pulling her upright, she finally caught his meaning.

She stood, pressing her body to his, kissing him, still
desperate for the taste of him. His body dipped, his shaft sliding between her
legs, spreading her folds. He thrust against her, wringing a moan from her.

* * * * *

He felt her cry into his mouth, her heat sliding against his
shaft. He was too close; he needed to bury himself inside her. In one desperate
move, he pulled his mouth away, spinning her back around, pressing her against
the wall. The water had cooled, running down his back… He didn’t care. He
kicked her legs apart, gripping her hips, aligning his shaft with her waiting
sheath.

“God… Dani… I need you so bad!” He plunged forward, pushing
into her heat hard, with one long thrust. She was tight, gripping him like a
fist, wet and perfect. He pulled back, the second thrust burying him to the hilt.

He could tell she was already on the edge, her body pulsing,
teasing him. With his second thrust he felt her tip over the edge, her muscles
tensing. She pressed back against him, twisting her hips, trying to increase
the speed. He felt her coming on his cock, felt her muscles squeezing him,
bringing him right to the edge. He was hot, burning. He needed to push harder,
faster. He reached forward, his hand finding her center, finding her swollen
clit, rubbing. Gently at first, then increasing his tempo as his orgasm raged
closer. He wanted to feel her come again.