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“Tell me to stop.” His tone was harsh, his eyes begging her for something, but she didn’t think it was really to stop.
Jami tightened her grip on him. “I don’t want you to.” She dragged his lips back to hers.
A similar sound to the one before slipped into her mouth even as his tongue filled it again. Jami’s head tilted back as her own stroked against his. Her hands delved into his hair, pulling the elastic band free so that it tumbled around his shoulders.
One of his hands left her ass, sliding under the edge of her underwear. Two fingers found her center.
Malcolm freed her mouth. “Thank God. You’re wet,” he murmured against her lips, pushing his fingers inside to stroke. He didn’t lead up to it, but thrust with his hand even as his hard body pressed her into the door.
Jami tried to meet his thrusts, but his weight against her held her still. She panted into Malcolm’s mouth, her eyes opening only to be captured by his. She didn’t look away as his fingers curled and thrust harder. The orgasm surprised her, and she cried out when her body tried to shake her apart.
Malcolm’s fingers pulled out, wrapping around the side of her underwear and tearing the material away. His forehead pressed against hers as he thrust his erection deep inside.
The pulsing within her seemed to stutter even as he kept moving. His hands grabbed her ass again, pulling her into his long strokes. He’d grown bigger, each rapid withdraw and thrust dragging along her still twitching nerves. Lost in the sensation, her hands grabbed his head and dragged his mouth to hers. She licked along his lip before stroking inside.
Malcolm’s chest pressed hers hard into the wall. The bunched-up fabric of his shirt rubbed over her nipples with every thrust, adding even more stimulation. Not that she needed it. Each time he pushed inside her, another sharp thrill made lights dance behind her eyes.
When she orgasmed again, her teeth sank into his lip even as her legs lost their strength.
Malcolm growled as his hands slid to her thighs, pulling them wider even as he continued his strokes.
The pulsing that had taken her didn’t seem to be stopping. Her eyes opened to find Malcolm’s gaze intent on her face. His thrusts lost their rhythm, but not their rapid pace. He growled as he tilted her hips higher. Just when she thought the inner gripping of her muscles had finally slowed, his head fell against her neck and he bit down. “More,” he growled, thrusting hard right along something inside her.
Her whole body clenched around him, and she screamed as pleasure ripped through her. Her eyes squeezed shut as her hands slid down to his ass and she tried to hold him deep. Spasms shook her nerve endings even as his body stilled.
“Let go, Jami!” Malcolm snapped, and her hands fell away. He shouted when he pulled out of her. His weight pinned her as his erection pulsed against her stomach. His forehead thumped against the door behind her.
Malcolm’s breath shuddered, and his hands shook where they still gripped her thighs. “Sorry. Forgot the condom.” His hands moved in soothing strokes. “Can you stand?”
Jami’s legs lowered. They trembled but held her weight.
Malcolm dragged his shirt over his head. He used it to wipe her stomach clean. His eyes searched hers. “Are you okay?”
Little throbs down below kept sending quakes through her. “It’s like I still feel it.”
Malcolm’s nostrils flared as his hand fisted on his shirt. His other hand slid beneath her skirt. She gasped when he slid a finger inside her. “Christ, you’re still twitching.” His finger started to move.
Jami was so sensitive that the slow impalement dragged at her nerve endings. She shook her head, and he slid his finger out to her whimper.
“Can I stay?” Malcolm asked. His gaze searched hers.
Jami’s eyes widened. “You mean more sex?”
“I—” Malcolm swallowed as he studied her. “If you can take me. And want to.”
Jami pushed her skirt down her legs, catching the scraps of her ripped underwear with it before she kicked free.
Malcolm toed off his shoes and removed his jeans before reaching for her and lifting her into his arms.
Jami’s legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his still hard erection against her.
Malcolm strode to the metal staircase. “Don’t take him inside yet. I think there’re condoms upstairs.”
That stupid snarl in her stomach returned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Do you have sex up here that often?”
“A holdover from Blake’s days of fucking anything that moved.”
Jami half expected him to laugh, but his jaw was still tight, she realized. When her fingers uncurled, she ran them over his taut shoulders.
