Candi did.
Madoc didn’t take long. Maybe forty-five seconds. He shot his wad without making a sound, but Candi was a professional and she knew when a man was finished.
She straightened, but Madoc pushed her back down. “I’m not done yet.”
“Hate to argue, but I felt you—”
“Give me another rubber or I’m going in bareback.”
Candi snagged another condom out of her bra and handed it to him. Madoc pulled off the used one and tossed it in the trash before rolling the clean one on.
The whore tried to move, but Madoc’s hips kept her pinned. He was still hard, throbbing as if he hadn’t had a woman in a year. The orgasm hadn’t done much, but at least he didn’t feel like his body was going to rip apart anymore.
Maybe the next three or four times would make him feel normal again. At least for a while.
Chapter 5
Andra felt like she’d just fallen asleep, but glancing at the clock told her she’d been out for almost twelve hours. At least she was feeling better. Stronger and able to take on all the things that waited for her. Like the child who would no doubt be taken tonight. And if not tonight, then soon. The abductions never stopped.
It was just starting to get dark outside. The monsters were probably gearing up, planning where to attack.
Time to get to work.
She sat up slowly, feeling a bit woozy. She wasn’t sure how much blood Logan had taken, but she hadn’t eaten since, and she was pretty sure that wasn’t great for her blood volume recovery. She eased her legs over the side of the bed and nearly kicked Paul. He knelt on the floor between piles of dirty laundry, beautifully bare chested with his sword in front of him. His eyes were closed, but she sensed he wasn’t asleep. His breathing was too deep and controlled for sleep. He looked like he might be meditating.
Not wanting to disturb him, she carefully stepped around him on her way to the bathroom, trying to be quiet. She was in the bathroom a few minutes, and when she came out, he still hadn’t moved.
She’d almost made it to the door when Paul’s fingers latched onto her bare ankle, just above her sock. That tingling hum slid up her leg and warmed the insides of her thighs. She let out a rough moan, unable to keep the telling sound from slipping from her.
God, his touch felt good. She stood there soaking it in, letting it sink into her flesh and bones and become a part of her. It was more than merely a physical kind of pleasure, though it was that. It was also a sense of contentment—of rightness. When he touched her all the bad things in her life slipped away for just a while, leaving her feeling clean and content. None of her mistakes haunted her here. None of her fears. None of her grief. She was free. Happy.
His long fingers rubbed over her ankle, sliding a few inches under the hem of her jeans. Another sound of contentment poured from her, and she wished he’d keep creeping those fingers up all the way. If he could make her feel this good by touching her ankle, she could only imagine how much better it would be if he focused on her more sensitive spots.
She really wanted to find out.
“Logan was right,” said Paul in a quiet, almost reverent voice. “You do feel something, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word hissed out of her. Maybe she shouldn’t have let him know the kind of power he held over her, but she didn’t care. Not now. She was willing to give him almost anything, and the truth was easy to give.
He took her hand and rose from his kneeling position. She missed his touch at her ankle, but she forgave him as soon as his fingers traced a gentle line over her cheek.
Andra shivered, and it made Paul’s brown eyes darken with satisfaction. She leaned into his touch, unable to stop herself. “What are you doing to me?”
“Do you like it?” he asked, sounding pleased, as if he already knew the answer.
She watched his mouth move. It was a nice mouth—soft-looking, with a full bottom lip that made her want to nibble at it. “You know I do.”
“Then I won’t stop. The closer we are, the easier it will be for you.”
Andra didn’t know what he meant by that. She was too busy deciding that she was going to kiss him. Sure, she didn’t really know him, and yes, he carried a sword and killed monsters, but that wasn’t part of the whole deciding-to-kiss-him equation. It was simply a matter of needing to see if he tasted as good as he felt.
She threaded her hands into his soft, mussed hair and went up on tiptoe. He didn’t try to stop her. In fact, he met her halfway.
Her lips touched his and the rest of the world ceased to exist. His mouth was smooth and firm. Perfect. He didn’t try to rush her or shove his tongue into her mouth like so many men did. Instead, he let her take her time while she learned the feel of him. She flicked her tongue out and tasted just the corner of his mouth.
Paul let out a low rumble of appreciation and pulled her body hard against his own. She could feel the muscles of his chest and abs, so beautifully defined. But even more distracting, she could feel his erection through their jeans, big and hard and ready for her.
“This can’t be happening,” she breathed. “Nothing this good is real.”
His fingers slid under her shirt and splayed across her bare back. “Feels pretty real to me.”
She kissed him again, sucking his full lower lip into her mouth. His fingers clenched against her back, telling her just how much he liked it.
Good, because she wasn’t anywhere close to being through with him. There was a bed only two feet away and it was already a wreck anyway. Might as well make good use of it.
Andra maneuvered him back until his legs hit the side of her bed, but he didn’t go down, as she’d hoped. He was too strong and solid for her to push around unless he allowed it, and right now, he wasn’t.
She lifted her mouth from his and looked at him. “You’re not interested.” Just saying the words nearly made her scream. Her body was primed, slick, and ready to take him on.
“I’m more than just interested. I’m just not sure this is smart.”