He cut her off with a soft kiss before pulling away and gently guiding her to lie on the bed this time.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth for our first time together. It feels wrong.”
“But—”
She started to protest, but he shook his head and grinned at her. “You have your rules, I have mine.”
He stroked over her shoulders and down her arms, then up again. He followed the same path that she had touched on his body…across her neck, down to her breasts…except here, he paused, cupping one breast in his big hand and leaning down to roll his tongue over the nipple, until she was the one who had her hands tangled in his hair, urging him to do more. More. All of it.
Her legs kept moving over the bedspread, trying to wrap around his body and hold on, but he stroked them down.
“Chris, I need you.” She panted it out, but instead of covering her body with his and thrusting deep, like he desperately wanted to, he leisurely moved to the other breast, giving that nipple the same long, slow licks until she was moaning and bucking her hips like a crazy thing.
“Chris.” Her voice sounded strained, and at last he looked up at her, flushed and beautiful and so needy…he moved again to kiss her lips. Hard this time. Rough.
He was even more aroused now than before, which he wouldn’t have even thought possible. She writhed beneath him, moving to position herself to take him, but he rolled away to yank open the drawer on the bedside table and pull out a condom.
He ripped open the packet and rolled on the condom in record time. Suddenly, everything seemed urgent. He yanked her panties down her legs, positioned himself between them, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, and she was tipping her hips up, and he was sliding inside…
“Oh, God, yeah. Chris—”
Oh, shit, she was tight. And so wet. “Damn you feel good.” He pushed his hips down, hard, and her body gave way.
“So good,” she repeated, echoing his words, and he thrust again, almost all the way in now. Her thighs were pushed wide, making room for him, and he stayed there for a minute, nearly shaking with the way she felt. She bucked her hips beneath him, to get him to push deeper.
“You’re killing me,” he rasped, but he’d meant to say, You are amazing. She was contained but wild, timid but fearless. She was a world of gorgeous contrasts, and he wanted to explore every part of her.
He pumped his hips, making every stroke deep and intense, and he could feel her tightening even more around him. Yes. Yes. He was so close. He needed her to come around him, though. He needed to feel her—
“I’m coming!” She shouted it just as her inner muscles pulsed and massaged his hard length, and then he let himself go, thrusting once, hard, before he came.
They lay together for a few minutes before he slid out, kissing her when she made a face of discomfort.
“I’ll be right back.” He murmured against her lips, then got up to take care of the condom.
When he came back, though, she was already tucked under his sheets, snoring softly. He chuckled, wanting to tease her about whether she had a rule about sleeping over, but feeling infinitely grateful that she was going to stay in his bed tonight.
He was so into her that he wasn’t sure anymore which way was up. But he knew which way felt right. Which way made him feel good. He turned out the light and slipped into bed next to her, and when he woke in the middle of the night, disoriented, he felt for her and the world righted. He slid inside of her in a long, slow stroke, building the heat between them until she finally broke, crying out, and the two of them fell back asleep.
Chapter Eleven
It was early the next morning when Minh awoke in Chris’s bed. He was sprawled next to her, sleeping soundly, and the sight of him so naked and relaxed made her heart flip over with happiness.
She hadn’t expected to feel so content.
As they’d drifted off to sleep last night, and Minh snuggled into Chris’s side, she’d had a vague expectation that she’d regret sleeping with him when morning came. But she didn’t. Instead, her body felt sated. She’d broken her rules, but here next to Chris, she still felt safe.
Happy.
Maybe sometimes doing something different, being different, wasn’t a disadvantage.
She stretched slowly, not wanting to wake him, and slipped from the bed. After gathering up her clothes, she tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up, using her finger and a little bit of Chris’s toothpaste to clean her teeth before heading back to his room.
He was awake, lying back against the pillows, when she walked through the doorway, and her heart did that flip again.
Of course, the sight of his bare upper body, with all its well-defined muscles and colorful designs, with just that thin sheet draped over his bottom half…that did something to other parts of her.