He loved a woman who knew her own body and took what she needed. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to help.
“Let me.” He canted his hips so that his pubic bone touched hers then ground himself against her in slow circles, his cock buried deep inside her.
“Oh!” Her response was immediate, her moan erotic, her eyes drifting shut, her hands sliding up his arms to rest on his biceps.
Holding himself above her like this, he couldn’t suckle her, those beautiful breasts with their dark nipples swaying just beyond the reach of his mouth. But he could see everything—his cock sliding in and out of her, the pink flush that stole over her skin, her swollen breasts with their puckered nipples, the carnal delight on her face.
She caught on quickly, moving with him, her hips matching his motions.
He fought the instinct to thrust, letting her take everything she needed, his body a tool for her sexual pleasure. Her breathing had gone ragged, every exhale a whimper now, her nails biting into his skin like ten tiny razors, the pain sweet.
“Oh, God, Derek!” Her eyes flew open, bliss lighting up her beautiful face, their gazes locking as she came.
Derek rode through it with her, keeping up the rhythm, his heart thudding in his chest, some emotion he couldn’t name swelling behind his sternum.
He gave her a minute to recover, holding himself still inside her.
Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, then she looked up at him once more, a satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re too far away. Come here.”
She drew him down against her, kissing him hard on the mouth, running her hands over his back, locking her legs around his waist.
Derek let himself go. He started slow, need for her driving him until he was pounding into her, his self-control in tatters. His balls grew tight—and he shattered.
“Jenna.”
Orgasm hit him with the force of a backdraft, scorching through him, leaving him to float like ashes in the wind.
For a moment, they lay there together, out of breath, hearts beating in tandem.
Derek’s awareness returned piece by piece—the soft feel of Jenna’s breasts against his chest, the caress of her fingertips along his spine, the musky scent of sex. Only when his erection began to fade did he withdraw from her.
He lay down beside her, drew her into his arms, his body replete, his mind blank. She snuggled against him, her head pillowed on his shoulder, the fingers of one hand tracing idly through his chest hair.
“I’ve never come like that before. I’ve always had to take care of myself if I wanted to climax through vaginal penetration.”
Derek grinned at her clinical word choice. “So, the brain surgeon is good with a scalpel but clueless with his dick.”
Didn’t it just figure?
Jenna laughed. “He wasn’t all that good with people, either—just brains.”
“Then I’m glad he’s out of your life.” Derek was surprised to realize he truly meant that. “You deserve better.”
That was the last coherent thought Derek had before he drifted to sleep, Jenna warm and soft beside him.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
He opened his eyes, Jenna sound asleep in his arms, and saw the light on his main viewing screen flashing.
Shit!
It was time for his evening strategy session with Corbray.
He climbed out of bed buck naked, leaving Jenna to sleep, and logged in, Corbray’s face filling the screen. He tried to block the camera’s view. “Can I call you back in ten?”
Jenna sat up, sleepy and confused, the sheet falling to her waist. “What … oh!”
She yanked the sheet up to her chin with the little shriek.