Page 72 of Her Unflinching Warrior (Omega Sky)
Vaguely he heard Lucy barking. Thank God he’d had the presence of mind to close the door when he’d brought Jada into his room.
“You better have a condom,” Jada panted. “Otherwise, I’m going to be pissed.”
Gideon burst out laughing. How did she always make him laugh? “I think I’d be more pissed than you, Angel.”
He scooped her lax body up and placed her in the middle of the bed. He pulled a condom out of his nightstand. He tore it open with his teeth and laughed again when Jada’s greedy fingers circled his cock.
“I can help,” she purred as she held out her hand for the condom.
Gideon closed his eyes as she stroked him up and down. “If you want me inside you, Ms. Harlow, I suggest you stop what you’re doing.”
“But I like how you feel,” she protested.
“You’ll like how I feel a lot better in just a minute if you let go.”
Jada’s brown eyes twinkled up at him, even as she pouted. “Okay, but remember, I get to taste you before the day is through.”
Jesus, I’m going to die before the day is through.
Gideon rolled on the condom, then knelt on the bed, between her legs. Jada opened her arms, but there was no way he was going to put his weight on her, not when her hip was still so bruised. He reverently touched her breasts, taking the time to roll her nipples between his fingers, and she moaned her pleasure.
He couldn’t help himself; Gideon bent and sucked one of her plump nipples into his mouth, toying it with his tongue. Again, Jada’s short nails dug into his scalp. He gave a distant thought to how he would explain all the crescent-shaped indents on his head tomorrow, but then the thought disappeared as he positioned his cock against the tender entrance of her vagina.
Jada bucked up, trying to seize onto a connection, and now his heart wanted to explode. The fact that he was so wanted and needed, about killed him.
“Please, Honey.” No pouting. No teasing. Just an honest ask.
He watched her expression as he gently pressed himself deep inside her. When a tear slid down her temple, he knew she wasn’t sad, she just felt their connection as deeply as he did. She was no longer digging her nails into his scalp. Instead, she was petting him.
When he started the rhythm that would take them further, take them higher, she undulated with him, intent on giving as much as she received, because that was Jada.
He pulled her legs around his waist.
“I’m not fragile,” she whispered.
“No, you’re not. You’re precious.”
He drew out, then pressed in again, and kept on with that slow, languorous tempo, driving them both insane.
Her hands moved from his head and slid down to caress his chest, then trace his abdominal muscles, until she brushed the spot where they were connected. Jada scraped one fingernail—just one fingernail—against the root of his cock and he lost his mind.
Gideon plunged deep and she groaned his name. Passion swept through his body, like sparks from a fire. Jada’s breasts heaved with each forceful thrust, and she laughed and moaned her pleasure.
“More. Give me more. Give me everything,” she cried.
It was as if those words unlocked something buried deep inside him, and Gideon let loose all he had—every emotion, every pent-up desire, every want and need that he had been holding back—safe in the knowledge that Jada would always love him, no matter what.
With that last conscious thought, he drove one last time into her body, bringing them both to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
