Her brain’s sharp command didn’t go unheeded. Banishing all thoughts of Chris, she brought one hand to Dylan’s head and threaded her fingers through his short blond hair. “Does it look like I’m complaining?” she said in a breathy voice.
His expression turned smug. “Didn’t think so. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
“But you just said—”
He latched his mouth onto her clit and shoved two fingers deep inside her, and she exploded like a firecracker. The orgasm swept her away in a flash flood of ecstasy, seizing every muscle in her body and pulsing through her nerve endings. She’d never come standing up before, and her knees buckled involuntarily, rocking her equilibrium.
Dylan’s grip on her waist tightened, holding her in place as she rode out the release and trembled against his hungry tongue. The second she’d recovered he was on his feet and kissing her, his tongue filling her mouth the same way it had filled her pussy.
She tasted herself on his lips and there was something so deliciously dirty about that. Moaning, she tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs, but her fingers were shaking so hard she couldn’t seem to rid him of the pesky garment. She cursed in frustration. Damn it, she needed him naked.
Chuckling, Dylan pushed her hands out of the way and took over. His underwear hit the floor, and she got her wish—he was naked.
And he was incredible.
Her mouth watered as she stared at the long erection that rose up and slapped his navel, prompting him to arch a dark-blond eyebrow. “Enjoying the view?”
“Oh my God. Yes.”
She reached out and touched his chest, ran her palm over that hard male flesh, traced the occasional scar she discovered beneath her fingertips. The scars were a reminder of what he did for a living, the danger he faced and the risks he took, but that only heightened her excitement. This man was a warrior. Lord, was there anything sexier?
Her hand continued its southward progression, fingers skimming the defined ridges of his abs before moving even lower. The line of hair arrowing down to his groin fascinated her. She followed the path of those wiry hairs until her hand finally reached his erection.
“Wrap your fist around my cock.” His eyes glittered as he voiced the command.
She circled the wide shaft with her fingers and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Dylan hissed out a breath. “I want you to suck me off, Claire. I want your hot mouth on my dick.”
Liquid desire pooled between her legs, her body completely forgetting that it had reached climax mere minutes ago. Her heartbeat accelerated as she gazed at the hard cock in her hand. Oh yes, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel the thick length of him lodged inside her mouth.
But before she could experience either of those things, Dylan scooped her up in his powerful arms and deposited her on the bed. She landed on the mattress with a not-so-graceful thump, her jaw dropping.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. “What’d you do that for?”
The predatory gleam in his eyes said it all. He loomed over the bed, gloriously naked, his body so hard and chiseled it may as well have been carved out of marble. A second later, he ripped open the condom box, tore one of the plastic squares off the strip, and rolled the latex onto his erection.
“I thought you wanted my mouth,” she teased.
“Couldn’t do it,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed. “I would have shot my load in two seconds flat. Almost did the second you put your hand on me.”
“And that’s bad because…?”
“Because I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock when I come,” he said in a strangled voice.
He covered her body with his, the weight of him sending a jolt of exhilaration through her, and then his mouth captured hers in a punishing kiss that left her gasping for air. His heavy erection rested between her legs, but he didn’t thrust it inside her. He just kept kissing her, propping himself up with one arm while his free hand drifted to her chest.
She moaned when he squeezed one breast. “You lied before. You said you would play with my tits.”
“I didn’t lie. I simply got distracted by that tasty cunt of yours.”
Oh sweet Jesus.
A knowing gleam filled his eyes. “You like the dirty talk, huh?”
“So much.”
“Good. Because I like talking dirty.” Flashing a roguish grin, he slid a few inches lower and closed his mouth around her nipple.
A wave of pleasure rocked into her. Her breasts were not particularly sensitive, but Dylan’s talented tongue coaxed an unprecedented response out of her. Her nipples grew stiffer than they’d ever been, tingling in a way she’d never felt. They ached, pulsed, and each time Dylan took another deep pull, she felt it right between her legs, until every square inch of her body cried out with impatience.
Whimpering, she shoved her hand in his hair and tugged on those silky strands. “Please, I need you in me.”
He slid back up with a smug smile. “You know, only an hour ago you were cursing about being stuck here with me, and now you’re begging me to put my cock inside you. Who would’ve thought?”