Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) (17 page)

“I’m going to…I’m…”

She nodded her understanding around him. And that was all he needed. She didn’t rob him of her touch. Didn’t pull away, didn’t leave him to reach orgasm in the cold of the room. Her mouth remained on him, sucking intently, welcoming his spendings into her throat.

“Oh fuck.”

The impact of his orgasm overwhelmed her, semen hitting her tongue. The few sordid conversations she’d had with other women had her believing she wouldn’t like the taste, and while Ginny couldn’t say it was the best thing she’d ever had in her mouth, she found herself enjoying it, if only for the sounds he made. In the end, the taste itself didn’t matter. It was that she had made him do that. His pleasure was hers, and his thunderous roar of release sent tingles of anticipation through her body.

She bade his shaft goodbye with a parting kiss after it slid from her mouth with a wet plop.

The hard, raucous pants heaving through the air had her blood boiling. Ginny sat back and licked her lips, her wide eyes taking in every trembling inch of his exquisite body. “That was…”

“Amazing,” Razor growled, seizing her by the arms and shoving her farther back on the bed. The next thing she knew, her pajama bottoms were a thing of the past and her legs were spread wide, Razor’s hot mouth pressing kisses into her sopping pussy. He spread her vaginal lips wide and favored the exposed flesh with harsh, amorous licks, striking her clit on every upstroke.

Hot shards of pleasure burst through her veins, prompting harsh gasps to claw through her throat. Ginny screwed her eyes shut and bucked off the mattress. “Oh God.”

“You drive me wild,” Razor whispered, then sucked her swollen pearl between his lips. “I can’t get enough.”

She gasped again. “I need—”

“I know what you need, baby.” He looked at her a long moment, then shook his head. “Do you have any condoms?”

The request struck her from left field. “Condoms?”

“I think Aria might have brought some, but I left them in the other room.”

“Why?”

He grinned. “Got carried away.”

“No, I mean…why condoms?”

The grin faded, and Razor arched a brow. “You were so worried about unprotected sex before. I thought—”

“Oh.” She flushed, her insides warming again, this time with embarrassment. Yes, she had. And she’d completely forgotten. “I…I get one of those shots every three months. Birth control.” She inhaled deeply and pressed on before he could ask why. Before she had to explain her fear of being raped again only to have a sexual attack this time result in an unwanted pregnancy. “I was worried about protection because of STDs. But you said…it’s been a long time for you.”

He nodded, fortunately not questioning her. “Clean as a whistle.”

“And you don’t do drugs.”

“A little weed when I was younger, I’ll admit, but not now. And never anything harder.”

“I thought so.” The warm feeling escalated, then scattered. “I trust you, Razor.”

Those four words served to rekindle the flame their impromptu conversation had extinguished. A growl tumbled over his lips, his shoulders going tight. “You trust me?”

Ginny smiled softly. She didn’t answer right away, assessed the words, and herself, then nodded and touched his cheek. “I do trust you. I don’t know how it happened so fast, but I do.” She paused. “But be careful. It’s fragile.”

“I’ll be so careful,” Razor swore, trembling. Then he began a long prowl up her body, dropping kisses along her skin as he went. “You’re so pretty here,” he murmured, nuzzling her navel. “And here.” His lips grazed her belly, moving north until he reached the swell of her breast. “And here.” His tongue favored her nipple with a long lick as he settled between her legs, his thick cock coming to rest against her wet pussy. “And here.” Razor nipped her throat before his mouth made its way up her chin and to her lips. “And here.”

For the third time in recent memory, her eyes clouded with tears, though this time Ginny had no idea why. Perhaps it was his tenderness or the way he looked at her. Perhaps the formerly dead shell of hope he’d managed to resurrect had suffered an emotional overload. But when his prick nudged her opening and began easing inside her, she found she couldn’t keep it contained any longer.

If she wasn’t careful, Razor might be able to make her believe in love again. Even if things never escalated beyond this, what he’d done in such a short amount of time had completely reshaped her world.

“You feel like coming home,” Razor whispered against her lips, his cock now buried to the hilt. She whimpered and thrust her hips off the bed, demanding friction. He grinned and kissed her again. “You do, Ginny. No one has ever felt as right as you do.”

“Razor, please…”

“Reyvon.”

Her heart leapt into her throat. He’d said that name before. “Reyvon?”

“When we’re like this, at least.” He smiled and lifted off her, dragging his dick against her flesh in exquisite torture before he sank within her once more. “That’s who I used to be,” he explained on a sigh. “Reyvon.”

Ginny nodded. “Your given name.”

“That’s right.” His lips found hers again as his body assumed a natural rhythm. “That’s who I want to be when we’re like this.”

The request was bizarre but she decided not to question it. Razor had given her so much—why worry over something so small? Perhaps he felt he couldn’t be himself with anyone else—perhaps this was his way of inviting her in when he’d already crawled inside her.

In a few seconds though, it didn’t matter anymore. Not with him moving above her, pushing deeper into her with each thrust. The noise in her head faded for the more pleasurable immediacy of the moment. Razor’s hot breath was ragged against her lips, his prick plunging in and out of her hot cunt, his hands curled under her shoulders and his flesh smacking hard against hers. Each drive knocked the headboard against the wall until the air picked up a rhythmic cadence. Again. Again. Again.

All the while Razor’s eyes remained on her. He kept her grounded while taking her to the stars.

In a moment of blind stupidity, she wanted to say something ridiculous. Like she loved him, which wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. The emotional car in which she rode had simply parked at the top of the roller coaster and was staring at a downward plunge. Her stomach threatened to dive bomb and an excited rush shot up her spine, but for the moment she could hold on.

Looking at him as he rocked inside her was somehow more intimate than anything they’d done to that point. Perhaps Razor sensed it as well, for he broke the next second and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his thrusts coming harder and more desperate.

“So tight. My Ginny. So good. Fuck me so good.”

Ginny blinked again and arched beneath him. His gasps now crashed against her throat, the absence of his face above her giving her an eyeful of the ceiling. And without warning, something began to change.

Her mind flashed to another night and a cool spike of unwanted fear pierced the heat of the moment.

Ginny bit her lip and forced herself to relax. Or tried to, as well as she could. Small, pleasurable shocks had begun mounting in her gut, her pussy feeling wetter every time his dick drove home, but the sudden spike in anxiety now racing alongside lust refused to go quietly. Instead, the longer she stared at the ceiling, the more the memories she didn’t want began to fight back.

Suddenly she wasn’t with Razor at all. Suddenly she was several years younger and staring at a different ceiling, and the man above her wasn’t one she trusted.

Panic roped her insides and every molecule in her body stiffened. “Razor,” she whispered, hating the weakness in her voice. But she needed to see him. She needed him to bring her back home. “Razor, please.”

No sooner had the words touched the air than he raised his head again, his eyes wide with concern. His thrusts rocked to a halt. “Ginny?”

She shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. What—”

“Just keep looking at me, okay?”

Razor nodded shakily, hesitated a beat longer, then resumed thrusting—cautiously at first, then with renewed vigor when she didn’t fall apart.

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Anything,” he promised, stealing a kiss and slipping a hand between their warring bodies. His fingers drifted over her sex and settled near her clit, positioned so he struck her every time his cock slid home. “Anything, Ginny. Just ask me.”

She attempted a smile. Her eyes had welled with tears again. But even as they began to spill, she refused to look away from him. Her body trembled and her resurging orgasm finally triggered and split her apart—her pussy clenching, milking him into his own release, and she kept her gaze fixed on his.

“You’re safe here,” he promised softly, the words tumbling over on a moan as he stiffened and spilled himself inside her. “You’re safe with me, Ginny. I promise you.”

And that was it. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. The surge of every wayward sensation her mind and body had entertained had mounted toward an explosion she had no chance of preventing. Not with him looking so damn understanding while locked within her body. As though he could tell exactly what this past day had meant to her, how much it had shaped her and moved her personal goalposts. As though he knew the ghosts shading her past and how to defeat them.

The truly crazy thing though, was Ginny was beginning to believe he did and could.

When she came apart in his arms, he was there to catch her.

From him there was no hiding. She didn’t know why she’d ever thought otherwise.

She felt so right in his arms.

Razor didn’t know when he’d stopped hoping the burn he felt for her would fade rather than grow. All he knew was he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so at peace. Lying in her bed, Ginny’s cheek pressed against his chest, her arm strewn across him and her steady breaths whispering across his skin was the closest he’d come to absolute solace in a long time.

Something had changed between them. Beyond the sex and the arguing and the confusion and all that other stuff. His hunger for her remained just as potent, but there was something else in the mix now. Something that seemed just as content to lie with her pressed against him.

Mate.

The word, the possibility, didn’t frighten him as it had before. Nor did he balk at the unlikelihood that his mate could have wandered into the club at random. Sometimes things happened at random. He was okay with that.

Aria’s visit earlier hadn’t yielded much more than the ingredients she’d brought for dinner. She was still looking into the mate thing, as well as other possibilities. She said she hoped to have a sound theory tomorrow.

Not that it mattered. Razor didn’t give a damn what Ginny was, so long as she was his. Mate or not, rational or not, statistically likely or not, he wouldn’t let her get away.

Not now that he’d shared so much with her. Not even knowing the larger thing he still needed to share.

She was his. He’d seen it in her eyes before she came apart. A part of her she’d tried to keep at bay had opened.

Razor released a trembling sigh and brushed her hair over her back. “Ginny—”

“His name was Travis Farley.”

He froze, his heart jerking. When she didn’t immediately continue, he had to bite back the urge to prompt her. The next steps were hers to take. She didn’t need his help getting there.

“He was my…well, not my boyfriend. We went on a few dates. I had a reputation I was trying to fix. The same all good girls get when they get to college and let loose for the first time.” Ginny began tracing indecipherable patterns on his chest with her forefinger. “I lost my virginity on a dare—well, a pledge, actually. I wanted to be in a sorority, because that was just what girls did. And I didn’t want to be a prude anymore. I’d been a prude all my life and college is when you’re supposed to take chances.” She paused, then scoffed. “I was so stupid.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Believe me, Razor, I was a moron. You can’t get dumber than a girl who drops her panties for a guy whose name she doesn’t catch. I just wanted to fit in.” Ginny broke off again and took a few deep breaths. “There were a few nights like that, with a grand total of four guys, virginity-taker included. One I dated for about three weeks before we ended things, but it was enough to give me a reputation as an easy lay. The other three guys… I was always safe with them. Smart enough to require protection but not smart enough to just say no. I convinced myself I was doing the normal thing. I was just like all the other girls. But eventually I didn’t want to be like the other girls anymore. I wanted my life back. My grades were suffering, my mother had seen some pictures of me on Facebook that had her convinced I was doing drugs, and my father—to this day—thinks I’m a whore.”

She paused again. “I don’t think of that all that much. That part of my life. I was a stupid kid—we all did stuff like that, or some version. But I turned it around. I approached all my professors, and all but one let me do some sort of make-up work for the stuff I’d missed. I dropped the sorority, got a part-time job, and kept my eyes on the prize.”

Ginny fell quiet again for a moment, then took a deep breath as though bracing herself.