She was the most intense, intelligent, complex woman he’d ever known, and she was giving herself to him. To him.
She reached for his jeans and popped the waist button, then started on the zipper. He tightened his stomach. “Careful,” he warned with a grin. Going commando had its benefits…and its risks. She pulled the material away from his body and lowered the zipper. Her fingers bumped his cock. He jumped. She looked up at him in a quick glance. Her pupils were huge and black. She pushed his jeans down his hips, exposing his dick.
He stepped out of his jeans. She took him in her hands and leaned forward to kiss his chest. He didn’t have a lot of chest hair, but he had a dark line that led from his navel down to his crotch. Keeping him in one hand, she used the other to trace that line of dark hair.
He shoved himself against her hand. She groaned and hissed on a sharp inhale. He bent his head down to nuzzle her face.
“Hurry,” she urged.
“I don’t want to hurry. I want to remember all of this.”
Her hand tightened on him. “We’ll remember next time.”
“We will. And the next time and the next time.” He palmed her through her panties. Her lips parted on a sharp breath. Her hands shifted to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He pulled her against his body, feeling his erection press against the soft flesh of her belly. His arms wrapped around her. His hands moved restlessly over her back, down her hips, over her ass. He lifted her so that he could taste the curve where her neck and shoulder met. He ran his teeth over the ridge of her shoulder, then lifted her thigh so that he could push himself between her legs. When he lowered her, she wasn’t tall enough for him to stay there. He bared his teeth in frustration.
She unfastened her bra and slipped it off her arms. The distraction worked. Her nipples pointed at him from the soft globes of her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, his thumbs brushing their dusky tips. He moved his hands to her sides, stroking downward until they caught on the lip of her panties. He dragged them down her hips, luxuriating in the feel of her skin against the back of his thumbs.
Remi lifted her knees and pushed her underwear all the way off. Her body was pale except for her nipples and the small auburn column of hair between her legs. She reached for him, pressing her body against his. She seemed so slight in his arms. Incredibly soft.
He walked her backward to the bed. She held on to him as he leaned over her. He wanted to taste every part of her, learn her with his mind and his mouth and his hands and his eyes.
Already, the light was growing dimmer in the room as dusk gave way to night. She lay beneath him in the lavender wedge of light that spilled over the bed.
He kissed her mouth. Her lips smiled under his. He was too far gone to return the smile. He kissed her again, barely able to believe she was in his room, in his arms, giving herself to him…after everything she’d seen and learned about him.
He kissed her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Her legs were together between his as he knelt over her, feasting on her body. He palmed her breasts, kissing one just beneath her nipple, the other just to the side of it. He looked at her as his tongue circled one taut peak. Tension flashed across her features as she pushed herself closer to his mouth.
He ran his hands down both sides of her ribs, then caught her hips and kissed them. Burying his face in her belly, he drew a breath.
“Holy hell, you smell good.”
She smiled and forked her hands into his hair. “Not as good as you do.”
He grinned at her. “I’ll let you use my soap in the morning when we take a shower.”
Humor left her face. “I don’t want the morning to come for days and days.”
“Me either.”
He bent down to kiss the tender area between her hips, just next to the strip of auburn hair at the top of her legs. He separated her legs and pressed kisses all along the inside of her upper thigh. He hadn’t shaved, so he knew the stubble of his beard prickled along her skin.
“How can you be so soft?”
She bit her lip, then smiled. “I was hopeful tonight would end this way.”
Greer’s nostrils flared. He nipped the inner flesh at the top of her thighs. “Every night could have been ending this way. Every morning starting this way. I can’t believe you made me wait so long.”
“I gave us a lot of thought.”
He felt himself tighten. “You think too much.” He gripped her ass and lifted her to his mouth. He ran his tongue over the seam of her core, then stroked her feminine folds for a while before he thrust his tongue inside of her. “So am I?”
She frowned. “Are you what?”
“Right for you.” He licked her clit. Her body responded sharply. Her only answer was a heavy breath. He laved her some more, circling her opening, then focusing again on the sensitive swell of flesh. He lifted his face and looked at her. “Answer me.”
“Don’t stop.”
He slipped a finger, two fingers, inside of her, stroking, stretching her. He thumbed her clit. “Am I?”
Her body had begun moving against his hand. “I don’t want you to be,” she answered in a breathless voice.
“Why?”
“Greer!”
He mouthed her clit, almost sending her over the edge. “Answer me!”
“Because I’m falling for you, and it scares the hell out of me.”
He thrust his fingers in and out of her, in and out as he pushed his tongue against her clit. She cried out as her control broke. She braced her feet on either side of his shoulders and let the spasms take over. As soon as they began to fade, he replaced his fingers with his tongue and started them off again. Her eyes locked with his as her orgasm took her.
He put his hands on her hips, his face against her belly as her tremors eased. The passion was slow to leave her body. Every move he made sent another ripple through her. She was breathing fast. He kissed her ribs, her breasts, her throat.
“Greer—” Her quiet moan was filled with frustration.