Luminous by Corrina Lawson Page B

pulled her close and found her nipple with his mouth. She nearly yelped as he traced it with his tongue, teasing her with soft, quick touches. His face was rough with afternoon stubble against the side of her breast. This was Al, and he was perfect.
    She stood up for a second and tossed off the sweatpants.
    “Going somewhere?” Al asked.
    “Never.” She straddled him again and his erection brushed between her legs. She rubbed against it, teasing herself.
    “Hell,” Al muttered.
    She thought that meant she should keep going. She smiled. He was hers now.
    She was so lost in what she was doing that it was a shock when his fingers caressed her between the legs. His mouth enveloped her breasts again.
    “Ahhh…” She threw back her head and let out a long moan. “I’ll get on you in just a second—”
    He kissed the base of her throat. “Not yet. Let me.”
    His fingers found her clitoris. She shuddered and dug her hands into his shoulders as he stroked her. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out.
    “No one’s here, Noir. Get as noisy as you like.”
    His permission released the scream she’d been fighting. She rocked against his hand, moving up and down to get that sweet sensation to grow.
    “Now.” He shifted his hands to her hips. She took him inside, all that hardness touching areas that she didn’t think anyone had ever reached. She threw her head back and started riding. He kept tight hold of her hips, helping her move up and down, guiding her.
    All she felt was Al inside her and the grip of his hands on her hips. All she heard was their mingled moans. She forgot he couldn’t see her, forgot she was invisible, forgot she was a freak.
    The climax started small and then spread to every part of her body. She grabbed Al’s shoulders and clung to him, no longer in control. He pulled her against his chest and she felt him come with her. It was perfect.
    He kissed her as if trying to weld them more closely together. Their hips ground together, and they held each other until the sensations faded, until her conscious thought returned.
    “And you said I didn’t find you attractive,” he said.
    “I was handy and I have a pulse.”
    “You’ve got something, that’s for sure. Whatever it is, I’ll take more, please.”

Chapter Eight
    It was full dark by the time they left his apartment. Al did not put the tie back on. For some reason, it felt wrong to wear it again, considering what part it had just played in his newly awakened sex life. That was probably weird or somehow repressed. But not any stranger than his life had become.
    Strange was good.
    He had had offers in the last year, but they all seemed to come with complications. Women who wanted him around more than he could promise or who saw him as a protector, not a partner. Neither was very appealing.
    He liked simple. Of course, being with Noir completely went against that inclination. An invisible woman who didn’t even remember her own name.
    He didn’t care. He wanted everything she had to give. Partner, hell. She was his lover and he didn’t think he would ever want another.
    She followed him down the steps, wrapped in her cloak and wearing her black mesh mask and hat.
    And absolutely nothing underneath. He thought about arguing, but she was right. She could be a good scout if they needed one tonight. She’d earned the right to do this. He understood. She’d been through hell and had to work her own way back out.
    Besides, she’d be safer invisible. She still had a slight limp.
    They got in the car. “You’ll follow my lead.”
    “I did good with the lead just now.” She relaxed back in the seat.
    “Yeah, you did. But like that, we’ll do this together. Just trust that I know my job, all right? And if something goes wrong, I expect you to back me up.”
    “Right.”
    He couldn’t tell if that was agreement or sarcasm. “The last time you didn’t listen, you were shot and our target escaped. Remember, we’ve got at least one life