Page 92 of A Shot at Love
Thank all that’s holy Bannerman had told him about the condoms. He and Gemma still would have wound up in this exact spot, but now that he could be assured of protecting her in every sense of the word, he could explore this thing between them without worry.
And there was something between them. It wasn’t just attraction, although that was powerful enough. No. In the span of time they’d been forced together and learned about one another, he knew it was much more than a sexual itch for either of them. Daily, hourly, Gemma came to trust him more and more, something everyone kept telling him she rarely did. If she could trust him with her life, she could trust him with her heart.
But right now he was happy she was trusting him with her body, because he really liked that.
He dipped his tongue inside her, deep, deeper, his breath catching when she almost arched off the bed to pull him even deeper. The words he murmured in the language of his ancestors told her what he was feeling. She might not understand them, but she certainly understood their intent.
“I think it’s better if I show you what they mean,” he told her, sitting back on his knees and reaching down to the floor.
She yanked the condom from his hand, tore the wrapper with her teeth and took it into her mouth. Ky almost embarrassed himself by letting go right then and there.
She shoved up on her elbows again, then pulled to her knees. With one cheeky slant of her eyes, she reached for him and then lowered her mouth. When she pulled up, the condom covered him.
When Ky let fly with his favorite oath, she sat back, grinned and said, “I know what that word means.”
The grin died on her lips in the next moment when he shoved her back down and laid over her body. Knowing he wouldn’t last long if he barreled through this, Ky recited an old geometry theorem in his head while he slowly, slowly slipped into her.
Her eyes went wide then slammed closed when she let out a groan that sailed right through him.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. When she did, he ground out, “We’ll do it your way first.” He shoved into her, pulled out, than dove home again. The sound of their flesh slapping bounced around the room. “Hard and fast, because I can’t wait.” He drove faster. “But next time, Gemma,” his breath came in spurts and gasps now, his words distinct through each thrust, “next time we do it my way…slow and…mind-blowingly.” With one final thrust he emptied into her, calling her name as he did.
Chapter Sixteen
She must be immortal.
However else to explain how she could have died from ecstasy and still be breathing?
Two hundred pounds of hardened muscle and satisfied male was on top of her, covering her from neck to toe in one warm and sated line. His lips a whisper from her neck, his rapid breaths fanning over her, his hips nestled against her own, all felt like heaven.
Gemma mindlessly scraped her nails up and down his back. Being immortal was going to be a blast if this was how she got to spend the rest of eternity.
Her sleepy contentment was disturbed when he propped up on his elbows, placed a swift kiss to her cheek and then slid out of her and went into the bathroom.
Gemma missed him immediately. She reached down for the sheets to cover herself, then became vaguely aware they were damp from their shower-slicked bodies.
A ridiculous joke about a wet spot sailed through her head and a laugh burst from inside her before she could stop it.
Ky materialized at the bathroom door, a filled water glass in his hand, and a frown on his forehead.
“You find something funny?” He bent a knee to the bed and handed her the glass.
Not even realizing how thirsty she was, she gulped it down, the chilly, clean taste refreshing her.
“I just thought of a really bad joke.” She handed the glass back to him.
His left eyebrow arched. After placing the glass on the bedside table, he slipped in beside her. His hand fanned the bed around her. “These sheets are wet.”
“I know. That’s what the joke was about.”
He stared at her for a moment, then shook his head. He rose and said, “Let’s strip these so we won’t be uncomfortable. We can wash them later.”
They quickly remade the bed with the spare, dry set they found in the bedroom’s closet. That done, Gemma’s gaze slipped to her camera. She flexed her fingers a few times, the need to use it intense. Ky got into bed and reached out his hand for her.
