An unnatural quiet, even for the solitude of her room, settled over them. No wind snarled against the window panes. No muted laughter drifted in from the other room. The sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears should have deafened her yet it was muted next to the sizzling inferno scorching through Paul’s eyes, the heat emanating from them threatening to engulf her, consume her, if she let him set her ablaze.
“You have to make the call, angel.”
“Paul…I…can’t…” She cleared her throat. “I can’t think with my legs dangling off the bed like this.”
“Let’s fix that then.” He moved to his knees on the bed and scooped her into his arms so that he could lay her properly back onto the pillows before again moving over her, hovering his lips just out of her reach. “Better?”
“Much.”
She tried to kiss him, but he pulled out of her reach. “Sara?”
Why was this such a difficult decision for her? Why did the words come so hard? Sara reached up to feel his face at her fingertips. “I want to feel you, Paul. Don’t stop now.”
He held her gaze in intense captivity, saying nothing, moving naught, until her lips quivered from utter anticipation. His lips grazed her jaw just shy of her mouth. She wanted his kiss, craved it really, and turned towards him in search of fulfillment only to be left unsatisfied when he pulled away. That there was question flitting through her eyes she knew; the answer smug within his kept it from traveling to his ears.
Rolling beside her, he let his gaze sweep over her torso. Sara let out her breath in a rush. There was something about the way he looked at her in that moment that was every bit as erotic as if he touched her. And then when he did reach out to trail light fingers from cheek to neck to shoulder, nerve endings long ago forgotten surged to life.
A low moan sighed out of her throat when he leaned forward so that his lips could follow the path of fingers. He nibbled the skin along the edge of her bra strap until he came to the lace edge of the cup, hesitating for only a moment before his lips went in search of the hardening pebble that would be his prize. Sara bit back a scream when she felt the heat from his mouth hit her nipple through the black lace barrier. Of instinct, her fingers latched into his thick hair, bending and flexing as though the movement would produce the magic that would dissolve the layers of fabric between their bodies.
By the time he made his way over to the other side she could feel her body shaking under the skill of his mouth while her fingers twisted his hair between them. What was that sound though? It was annoying and repetitive and…
His hand clamped over her mouth in a quick movement. Surprise and shock must have been all over her face because he moved his hand away with the speed he’d placed it. He smoothed the hair back from her face. “Sorry. I appreciate the enthusiasm and everything.” He slid up her body until his lips could offer their own apology against hers. “But I’ve barely even begun to touch you and you’re already calling my name out so loud that everyone is going to think I’m trying to kill you in here if you keep it up.”
That would explain the repetitive noise. “Uh…I…” She averted her eyes. God. This was the single most mortifying moment in her life. She could feel the crimson creeping across her cheeks and heating her ears.
Strong hands framed her face until she looked at him. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Sara. Hearing you respond to me like that…” Raw hunger swept over his face and his mouth crashed into hers, taking sustenance after a long fast. With obvious effort he pulled away, leaving her bewildered. “It’s everything I can do to keep from attacking you right now.”
“Then attack me. Ravage me.” He was killing her with this.
He assaulted her neck with kisses, a hand tugged the strap from her shoulder until he was able to peel the lace back enough to gain access within. Expertly, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Until that very moment, Sara hadn’t realized her fingers were still woven into his dark hair and she practically pushed his head down to her breast. Warm and wet, his tongue circled around the rosy bud with an unhurried ease that made Sara’s back arch and her insides liquefy.
Why was he going so fucking slowly? “Oh…Paul…”
Gentle teeth applied pressure and she was undone. “Paul!”
Paul moved higher to brush his lips against her earlobe, blowing gently. “Flip over for me, baby.”
She didn’t understand, but she was all too willing to comply. Straddling one of her legs, his knee was heavy on the bed and his need was heavy against the back of her legging-clad thigh when he leaned over her. The confining denim of his jeans must be strangling him. Sara wanted so much to reach back and stroke him, free him from captivity yet somehow she knew he would never let her hands get so far. This was his show.
A timid knock at the door halted Paul’s hand at the clasp to her bra. “Sara?”
Sara cleared her throat. “Yeah, Roni?”
“Dinner’s ready.”
Paul’s chest was flush against her back when he whispered, “We should stop.”
“Eat without us.” In a softer voice, “I’ve waited too long for this. This is why I’ve got a microwave.”
His weight was off her again. An instant later, the bra’s clasp was released and the straps were slid from her arms. Sara pushed up onto her elbows so Paul could discard the scrap of lace to the side of the bed. He then slipped his arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands, using his body weight to move her onto her side. After gravity moved the hair from his way, his lips connected with the patch of nerves at the back of her neck.
It was too much. It had been too long. Between the delicious sensations at the back of her neck, the hands alternately kneading and caressing her breasts and his throbbing reminder against her hip of how much more she still wanted…Sara was in sensory overload from the sensual onslaught.
Why had they waited so long for this?
She reached back over her head and tugged at his hair until he pulled away from her neck. Contorting, she craned back until she was able to reach his lips in a heated kiss. His hand broke away from her breast and teased down her stomach, making her writhe under his touch. When his fingers boldly stole under both leggings and panties, Sara cried out in pleasure.
“Paul…I need you…now.”
“Not just yet.” His fingers continued to stroke over her core.
“Dammit.” Sara’s breath was coming out in sharp, ragged breaths now. “Now.”
“I said not yet.”
“And I said now.”
She tried to roll over so that she could get a better angle to move things along, but only succeeded in knocking them both off the bed. At least that gave her the upper hand since she landed on top of Paul. While he recovered the wind that was knocked out of him, she made short work of his zipper and reached in to stroke the length of his erection.
“Sara…” His voice was less in control now.
“Please tell me you brought protection this weekend?”
Panic flashed through his eyes. “Why would I have anything with me when we were supposed to be waiting another 17 days?”
He had a point. She made a quick calculation of days in her head and then remembered she wasn’t a math person. Lightning flashed through her brain and she dove across Paul to reach into her nightstand drawer.
Paul shoved her aside to help her look, but they just got in each other’s way. In frustration, she slammed the drawer closed and threw herself down on the carpet. “This is so typical.”
He lay beside her. “I can get some from Linc.”
“Great idea.” She covered her hands with her face. “Go out there topless and announce to everyone that we aren’t at dinner because we’re having sex and we’re out of protection.”
“I meant I would ask him later so I’d have something for tonight, angel, but I could do that, too, if you’ve just got to have me right now.”
Sara looked at him, opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. How could he make a joke when she was so turned on she could barely think? She turned away from him and stared under the bed. She really needed to clean under there more often. There was a sock she though was eaten by the dryer six months ago and a book she ended up buying from the library when she’d lost it.
And what did we have here?
She smacked the unopened foil packet down onto Paul’s stomach. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Making jokes when I’m turned on.” She removed her hand and grinned at him. “Good thing for you I’m more turned on than mad.”
Never in her life had Sara seen any human being move so fast. Men who really wanted to have sex must grow an extra set up hands that vanishes when you need them to help with something mundane. Before she could so much as blink, her remaining clothes were in a heap at her feet, he’d sheathed himself and he was settling between her thighs.
But he hesitated. “Sara…”
“I’m sure, Paul.”
He cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs while he gazed down at her. “You are so beautiful. How did I ever get to be so lucky as to have you in my life?”
“I…uh…” She didn’t know how to answer that question. “I think I’m the lucky one.”
“No, it’s definitely me.” He slanted a fleeting kiss across her lips and then met her eyes with lusty intent, pressing inside her with one intimate thrust that left her moaning. Unmoving, he held her gaze, mouthing in near silence, “I love you, Sara.”
Sara bit her lip and let her eyes slip closed, ready to be lost to the storm.
A more insistent knock thudded against the door. “Hey, Paul.”
His forehead rested on her shoulder and she could feel the frustration ripple off him. “I swear to God the kitchen had better be on fire or I will murder him.” He blew out a breath and lifted his head. “What’s up, Linc?”
“Are you finishing up in there any time soon because we’re hungry?”
“Sara told Roni to eat without us.”
“Yeah, well, Mikey said he didn’t feel right eating without Sara since we are all here to celebrate her birthday this weekend and then the rest of the women agreed so wrap it up and come on.”
Paul looked at Sara and said, “I could use about a half hour.”
“You’ve got five minutes, Kellerman, and then I knock down the door and drag your ass off her.”
Paul sighed. “Fine. Five minutes.”
Sara barely heard the exchange. She’d stopped listening once Michael came up. Surely he had to know what was going on. Was he deliberately trying to mess things up with her and Paul? Why would he do that? Was he jealous? Why would he be jealous? It wasn’t as though he wasn’t doing the same thing with Nika most nights. Why was it alright for him and not for her? How was that fair? It wasn’t fair.
And why did Michael Scofield get a say in her sex life? He didn’t own her. She was an adult. If she wanted to have sex with her boyfriend then she would have sex with her boyfriend.
Fuck Michael.
Dammit.
“We should get dressed.”
Sara realized that Paul was talking to her. Tightening her legs around his waist, “I don’t want to stop.”
“And I don’t really want Linc to bust in here and pull me off you.” He gave her a serious look. “We’re talking about him and the enchiladas from the Mexican food place you both like. He’ll do it.”
“Then we’ll have to be quick.” She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him nearer. “You said earlier you wanted to attack me. Finish me off.”
“Sara…” He pulled out and rolled off her. “No. This isn’t right.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “So now you don’t want me?”
“No, I want you so much I’m going to have to restrain myself from stabbing Linc with a fork all through dinner.” He reached over to stroke her cheek. “But look at us, baby. We’re on the floor next to the bed, on a timetable because all our friends are waiting for us.” He sighed. “Yes, I wanted to attack you earlier, but I didn’t because you deserve so much better than that. You deserver so much more than this. Let me give that that to you at least once.” After a beat, “After all that waiting, I’ll probably never be able to restrain myself with you again.”
“Okay, Paul, you’re right.”
As they dressed and pulled themselves together, it was all Sara could do to keep from bursting into tears. If he hadn’t said that one thing then she might have avoided connecting the two nights in her mind…
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