Johnny (Connelly Cousins #2) by Abbie Zanders Page B

stopped.
    Eventually the storm passed, leaving nothing but blessed silence in its wake. The power had yet to come back on, though the last rays of the sunset brightened the room slightly as the clouds moved away.
    “Oh, God,” she sniffed, her voice little more than a whimper against his chest. She’d been still and quiet for so long he’d thought she was asleep. “I am so sorry. You must think I’m a total basket case.”
    He lifted her chin to him, looking deep into her eyes. Eyes that last night had been filled with so much passion now begged his forgiveness, filled with a shame she should never feel, not around him. He placed tender kisses around her eyes, her nose, her mouth.
    “No,” he whispered. “I could never think that.”
    Her hands reached up around his neck, cupping the back of his head, then tangling in his hair. She brought her lips against his, her intent clear. He resisted at first, but she persisted, and it didn’t take long for him to be swept away with her. Her kisses were desperate, needy, pleading, calling out to him with such raw hunger he could not help but respond. He would be anything she needed him to be, and right now, she needed this. He knew it, just as he knew he could deny her nothing.
    “Don’t leave me,” she begged, in between his ravaging kisses.
    “I won’t,” he assured her. As if he could .
    “Make love to me.”
    Any other time he would not have hesitated, but she was so vulnerable. “Stacey, just let me hold you.”
    “No. I need this. I need you.”
    When he still did nothing, she slid her hand down his body and cupped him. His cock stiffened under her bold touch, having none of the reservations his head did. “Please, Johnny. Don’t make me beg.”
    No, he would not make her beg, not for this. In the span of a few breaths, she was beneath him, her clothes strewn haphazardly across the room, and he was naked and sheathed, sliding his erection smoothly into her. There was no foreplay, no gentle rise of desire. This would be fast and hard, with no time to think. In just a few quick strokes she came around him, and he cursed under his breath when he followed an instant later. It had not been nearly enough. He wanted more. Needed more. Almost as much as she did.
    He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him without breaking the connection. Even though he had come, he remained hard inside of her. He draped her legs over his and grasped her hips as if she weighed nothing, pounding into her from beneath. Her hands splayed across his chest, her nails curling like talons against him, her head thrown back in sheer bliss.
    It was brutal and carnal and desperate. She came again, collapsing onto his chest.
    He rolled them both to the side with the intent of spooning her against him, but she cried out in protest when he pulled out. “Not yet.”
    Johnny growled and curled her back against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
    He pulled off the used condom, quickly tied it off, and reached for another. He lifted her thigh with his knee and entered her from behind with smooth, deep, even strokes that left her gasping for breath. His hand reached around and fingered the sensitive bundle of nerves there, driving her past the point of sanity as he joined her.
    So it continued, until neither of them had the energy to do little more than breathe.
    Johnny held her sleeping, sated body in his arms. He had quite literally fucked her into oblivion, driven out the demons that haunted her, at least temporarily.
    Things would be different in the morning, he was sure of it. She’d shown too much spunk, too much pride earlier to assume otherwise. Once she was well-rested and back in her comfort zone, she’d try to distance herself again, but the only thing that mattered was that she was here now.
    He didn’t know what was going to come of it, but what he did know was that he’d never been so drawn to anyone. No matter what she thought, the fact that she was in a