Page 53 of Fuse

“But you already have the magical Bolt Jolt necktie.”

“Well, you know…” I trail my mouth down from her shoulder, setting a clear course for one of her gorgeous, puckered nipples. “We superheroes and our special toys…”

“Which means…what?” she charges. “Do I need to be set straight about the differences between magic hammers and magic neckties?”

I pause the journey of my lips long enough to let a snarl vibrate in my throat. “Fuck.”

She responds with a throaty giggle. “I think that can be arranged, Mr. Richards.”

I drop a hand around her ass and squeeze hard. “If I wasn’t going to hell before…” That’s as much as I can get out before she counters my move by tucking her head in and nipping into my neck.

“Well, if you’re going…” She soothes her bite with soft, lapping licks as I slide my hand back up, burying my fingers in the white-blond silk of her hair. “I volunteer as stowaway.”

I twist my grip until she lifts her head and our gazes are locked. She’s so fucking stunning, bathed in moonlight and surrounded by our rumpled bed linens. Surrounded but not covered. I have a full, perfect view of her puckered berry nipples and her graceful, tapered ribcage. “You’d really do that?” I demand, shooting up a mock glower. “Hitchhike on my ride?”

“No longer just yours.” She juts out her chin while spreading a hand to the center of my chest—and I try not to fixate on the proximity of her innocent pink nail polish to her dark, tight areolas. “We’re in this together, mister. All of it. Partners, remember?”

I take a deep breath. It’s more like a rough grate, but it does the job of keeping me alive for at least how long my answer is going to take. “Woman, I can barely remember how to breathe with you this close and sweet and soft and—”

Well, hell.

Maybe breathing’s overrated. I don’t miss it one fucking bit as she plunges her mouth over mine, zinging her tongue over my own with such perfect, pulsing passion, I wonder if I’ve dared to get naked with a live circuit box. The heat through my mouth and tongue are soon fire in my blood and nerves, turning my limbs into flares, my senses into napalm, and my cock into a ray of daybreak several hours too early.

But between her gorgeous mewls and her lunging tongue and her passionate breaths, the woman sounds very much like a morning person.

I give her half a second to refill her lungs before initiating the next kiss. And this time, I make it a kiss, twisting until she gives in and rolls beneath me, sighing as I ram my mouth hard down on her. Into her. Devouring her like a goddamned shelf of truffles, exulting in every incredible texture and flavor and cream, before pouring my ravishing roar down her welcoming throat. It’s ecstasy to feel the sound drench every inch of her writhing body, until even her toes flex and knead against my thighs and ass.

When we pull apart again, we’re both inhaling hard. I take advantage of the pause, reveling in the riveting sight before me, better than any fucking sunrise on earth. Her lust-swollen breasts. Her kiss-bruised lips. And her eyes—always the sorcery of her eyes—so brilliant and bold with their torrid blue flames…

“My beautiful bunny.” I’m shockingly smooth about it, considering how every striation of my body practically thrums out loud for her—then louder still as she quirks half a smile before her seductive murmur of a reply.

“My magnificent Zeus.” She peeks up through the thick fan of her lashes. “Is there…something I can help you with?”

“Damn.” I go domineering with the tone, but the little temptress has given me no fucking choice. “You’ve gotten me as hard as a real hammer, woman.”

“Then maybe it’s time for you to pound.”

“No matter what the consequences?” My tone is lethal as I grab her by the hips, intentionally holding myself away from her. “Hammers can kill, damn it. And—”

“Yours almost did exactly that,” she finishes on a taut bite. “I know. I was there.” With an impatient sweep, she palms the side of my face. “But we’re not going to start doing this every time I need you inside me.” As she claws my hairline, her lips part into an utterly erotic pout. “And Mr. Richards…I need you inside me now.”

“But—”

“But what?” Her stare becomes a heated glower. “It was a glitch, Reece. And then you saved me.”

“It wasn’t a fucking little glitch.”

“But then you saved me.” She turns her grip into a command, strong and severe, before dragging me down for her equally strict kiss. But within seconds, the lock of our lips evolves into a hot, hungry meal of our mouths at each other. When our tongues are done excavating each other’s throat, she reiterates in a gorgeous growl, “You saved me, baby—just like I know you always will. Just like I’ll always save you.” She wraps her other hand to the back of my head. “Because that’s what we were put in this world to do.” She roams her gaze, now the color of a twilight sky, across my whole face. “I’m fused into you, mister. Hardwired to love you, to know you, to put up with you—and yes, to save you, no matter how many more ‘glitches’ we have. You got that, mister?”

I huff hard while dipping my forehead against hers. Thing is, I got it from about the second she said fused to you, but the central conflict in my soul hasn’t changed. If anything, with her naked glory so close, I cut right to the chase on my comeback. “I don’t have anything if I don’t have you.”

She yanks me down again. And again, we take each other’s lips in a delving, decadent mash of lust. At once, whatever reprieve my erection was granted has been rescinded, and my heartbeat calls to hers with a wild windstorm rhythm. The tattoo of hers answers right away, pulsing in time to the urgent jerks of her sweet, sweaty breasts against my chest.

“Then have me, you stubborn stick of greased lightning,” she finally breaks away to pant. “And if you kill me, you can hitchhike on my ride to hell.”

As I’m certain she’s planned, the irreverence arrests me, dazzles me—and enflames me. But on the outside, all I give her is a slow reprobate smile.

Right before I deftly flip her over, toss her facedown into the pillows, and press my mouth to the base of her neck. I dig my teeth in while rolling my hips with wanton intent.