"No! Again. Please!"
So he sank back into her warmth and pushed her knees toward her shoulders as he hammered into her. She screamed and climaxed again.
Hell! She felt so good. He had to let go. Please let it happen this time.
No matter how he positioned her, his need grew with no relief. He didn't care. Her satisfaction only mattered. Her hands pushed beneath his jeans and travelled over his hips, stroking scars he'd never thought were erogenous until now.
"More," she pleaded.
Uh, yeah. She's under some kind of drug that makes her crave sexy times, and he's able to scratch her itch, but not to his own completion.
If you know what I mean.
Like I said ... so far, I feel like the premise is just ridiculously silly, but the thriller part - can they catch the bad guy - is keeping me going. The headboard rockin' isn't bad, but I'm hoping the hero can, you know, release.