Page 58 of In the Shadows
"I know what you need."
He withdrew his hand and reached for the nightstand. Pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper with his teeth. She watched him roll it on, watched the way his hand moved over his own length, and felt another rush of heat between her legs.
Then he was back, positioned at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her, but not pushing in.
"Look at me," he said.
She met his eyes.
He pushed inside.
The stretch was exquisite. She'd been ready for him, more than ready, but the feeling of being filled so completely still made her gasp. He gave her a moment to adjust, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot on her face.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Move."
He did. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Long, deep strokes that hit every nerve ending. She wrapped her legs around his waist and changed the angle, and he groaned against her neck.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel?—"
She didn't let him finish. She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him as he started to move faster. The bed creaked beneath them. The headboard knocked against the wall. She didn't care. All she could focus on was the pressure building inside her, the friction of his body against hers, the sound of their breathing mingling in the dark room.
He shifted his weight onto one arm and reached between them. Found her clit again. Rubbed in tight circles as he thrust.
The orgasm hit her hard.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her inner walls clenching around him. He kept moving, kept stroking, drawing it out until she was shaking, until the pleasure was almost too much to bear.
"That's it," he said, his voice strained. "Let go."
She came down slowly, her body still pulsing, and watched his control finally slip. His thrusts became harder, faster, less coordinated. His jaw clenched. The muscles in his arms stood out as he braced himself above her.
"Lila." Her name was a groan, a prayer.
Then he came too, his hips jerked, his whole body tensed as he buried himself deep inside her. She held him through it, her hands on his back, feeling the tremors run through his muscles.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then he rolled off her, dealt with the condom, and pulled her against his side. She went willingly, tucking herself into the curve of his body, her head on his chest.
His heart was still racing. So was hers.
"I should probably tell you," she said against his skin, "that I don't usually do this."
"Do what?"
"Sleep with men I've known for less than two weeks. Men who are investigating my town. Men who could disappear tomorrow and I'd never see them again."
He was quiet for a moment. His hand moved up and down her arm, slow and soothing.
"I'm not going to disappear tomorrow."
"You can't promise that."
"No." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "But I can promise that if I do, it won't be because I wanted to. And I can promise that right now, there's nowhere else I'd rather be."
She lifted her head and looked at him. In the dim light from the window, his face was all shadows and angles. But his eyes were clear. Honest.
