Knight In Black Leather by Gail Dayton (people reading books .txt) 📗

could want her. He thrust back hard, his desire all too obvious. She carried the hand she still held to her breast, molded it there, and Eli moaned her name.

He broke away from her mouth to kiss his way down her neck. Marilyn shoved her hands under his T-shirt and stroked the naked skin of his back, lifting her chin to give him the access he wanted. Seconds later, her top and bra were gone, and Eli's shirt followed. He rubbed his bare chest against hers, his hands squeezing her bottom as he pulled her in hard.

"Oh, God, Marilyn--" He whispered her name over and over as he dropped kisses over her entire face.

She didn't know how to answer or whether to answer. So she unsnapped his jeans instead. She slid her hand inside to form it to his hot, rigid shape.

Eli swore a strangled oath and attacked her jeans, stripping them away with an expertise she'd come to know and love. She took the opportunity to shove his pants down, but was too impatient to get them all the way off before she dropped onto the couch, pulling him down over her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and lunged upward, taking him inside. He slid deep with one smooth thrust, then froze. "Marilyn?"

Her legs tightened, holding him in place. "I want you," she whispered. "Nothing between us. Just you and me. But only if you want it too."

"Are you sure? What if--?"

"You're not sick. Anything else we can handle." She caught his head in her hands. "I want this, Eli. I want you. All of you. Everything there is. Everything you can give me, with nothing held back. There's not any part of you I don't want. Do you understand? I want you. Now."

"Oh, God." He tucked his face into the hollow of her neck, forcing her to slide her hands down from his face, over his shoulders and across the sensitive places of his back.

Eli shuddered under her touch, letting her words soak into his brain. Nothing held back. Could she mean it? And yet, here he was, naked inside her, her legs pinning him down. All of you, she said. Everything. Did that mean she wanted the darkness too? Was she right, that it was pain, and not evil?

"Now, Eli." She growled, her arms and legs gripping him tighter.

What about love? Did she want that too?

He rocked his hips into her, nudging just that much deeper, and couldn't help smiling against her neck when she gasped. Her legs relaxed a fraction and he began to pull out slowly. Lights danced behind his eyelids at the delicious feel of only Marilyn wrapped around him.

"Everything?" he murmured, needing to be sure.

"I want it all."

He plunged home, fighting the intensity of the pleasure. He had to make it good for her, wanted to make her come screaming over and over again, but God, he didn't know if he could last. Not like this.

Marilyn whimpered, spoke his name and he deepened his rhythm. She was incredible. Amazing. Fantastic. Wonderful. He loved her so much. So incredibly, amazingly much. He whispered the words, barely aware of it as he searched for more, trying to distract himself from the sensation of being gloved naked inside her. He loved her.

He couldn't hold back. She didn't want him to. She said so. The sofa made strange noises, trying to scoot off the rug onto the hardwood floor under the power of their lovemaking. She wanted him. All of him. If he got her pregnant, they'd handle it, she said. He wanted her pregnant. Wanted her round and soft with his child, wanted to pamper her, cuddle her, buy her ice cream at midnight. He loved her.

He would love her forever. Till she was gray and wrinkled and embarrassed to be seen with him. Till he had to remind her twelve times a day who he was and how much he loved her. Till he had to carry her upstairs to bed because she couldn't climb them anymore. Oh, God, how much he loved her.

She cried out--maybe his name. He didn't know for sure, because he caught her cry in his kiss. She shuddered, coming apart so sweetly in his arms, and he fought to hold on, to make it last and last, because he loved her.

But the thought came one time too many. His climax came crashing over him with the power of a freight train. A cruise missile. He loved her. Now and always. Forever and ever, amen.

When he could move again, Eli rolled off the sofa and hauled his jeans back up. Probably better not to be running around the house butt naked. He gathered up their discarded clothes, handed them to Marilyn to hold, and swept her up in his arms, stifling her squeal with another kiss.

"Shhh," he whispered. "The boys."

"What are you doing?" She clung to his neck.

"Carrying you upstairs. There's a bed upstairs."

Eli got as far as the stairs before Marilyn started fighting him.

"Put me down right now. I'm too heavy. You can't carry me all the way upstairs," she hissed, trying to squirm free.

"I can if you hold still." He adjusted his grip. "The way I feel right now, baby, I could carry you all the way to Canada."

Her laugh was a little huffy, but it was a laugh. She quit trying to get away. "Yeah, well--Canada's only on the other side of Lake Erie."

"I know." He winked at her as he started up the stairs. "That's why I didn't say Mexico. We might have a problem there."

He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, grinning at her squeak when she bounced. He closed the door and stripped off his jeans, crawling up on the bed with her. She lay sprawled on her back, the clothes they'd shed downstairs tumbled around her. Her silver-blue eyes went soft and serious as she watched him move toward her, over her.

"Did you mean it?" Eli stroked her