He set her on the arm of the couch, moved his hands to cup her face, and assaulted her mouth with deep, hungry kisses. Then he ripped his mouth from hers and buried his head in her neck, biting the skin. She arched against him, gasping.
When he ended the kiss, she was shocked to still see anger on his face. “You know I’m going to have to kill Mac for seeing you like that. But for now, I’ll exact punishment from you.” His gaze lowered to her breasts. “Take that thing off.”
The authority in his voice, the determined glint in his eyes, made her body throb with need.
Reaching behind her, she started popping the hooks free. His hands settled on her hips and tugged her closer. The feel of his cock pressing against her center almost undid her. When the corset fell from her body, he caught it and flung it across the room. Then his mouth was on her nipple, sucking deeply. No gentleness or subtlety. Just pure taking.
She gasped, thrusting her chest up as she wove her fingers into his thick hair. As he drew deeply on one tip, he tweaked the other between his fingers, sending a flood of desire rippling through her. Without lifting his head from her breast, he made some movements, and she heard the sounds of his zipper and ripping foil. Then he yanked her forward by the knees and thrust inside her.
Just like that.
She cried out. “Oh, God!”
Not from pain, but from the intense feeling of being so empty one second and then so incredibly full the next. As he thrust deep and fast, their moist skin slapping at his frantic pace, he nipped her earlobe and whispered gruffly, “Julie, you feel so fucking good.” He plunged deep, then ground hard against her. His groan warmed her neck. “Never felt this fucking good.”
His words sent her arousal into hyperspace. “Oh, God. Tommy.”
His hands roamed over her hips and slid to cup the naked mounds of her butt. Muttering a curse, he pulled out of her. She started to protest, but the words were lost when he tugged her off the arm of the couch and spun her around.
A whistling inhale came from him. “Bend over,” he commanded gruffly.
She smiled through her aching desire. So damn predictable. Thank God.
Slowly, she bent over the arm, feeling the sheer fabric of the skirt rise over her butt. To tease him, she wiggled her backside.
A snap on her cheek as he plucked her garter made her squeak, then moan as he rubbed the area with his palm.
“Don’t tease me, Julie,” he ground out.
She was so tempted. She loved the feel of his hand on her ass.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful.”
His palms glided over the swell of her cheeks, and low around to the front of her thighs. He nudged her backward. His cock probed her center, then scythed deep into her. A sharp breath flew from her lungs. And then there was no thought. Just Tommy, his fingers biting into her hips as he thrust into her from behind.
Over and over.
Faster and faster.
Harder and harder.
Until he had drilled himself into every fiber of her being.
When she came for the second time, he quickly followed. And she knew she would never, ever be the same again.
…
Hell. He hadn’t even taken his damn pants off.
Tommy shoved himself back into his jeans and zipped up as Julie straightened. Turning away from her, he scrubbed his hands across his face. God, how could he have done that? He knew he’d wanted Julie…horribly. But to the point he hadn’t even taken off his pants, his shoes…not even his damn shirt? While all she’d had on was that flimsy skirt that hid nothing, a garter belt, stockings, and those fuck-me-hard heels.
God, he hadn’t even undressed her completely. Just bent her over and took her.
He was such a bastard.
Making himself face her, he noticed she was grimacing as she tried to move.
Skin going cold, he rushed over to her. “Jesus. Did I hurt you?”
A soft laugh was his answer. “The last thing you did was hurt me, Tommy. I think you’ve removed every muscle I have in my body. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this unhurt in my life.”
An insane amount of male satisfaction shot through him and he couldn’t help a smile. “No complaints, then?”
“Not a damn one.” She gave him a sleepy smile, her eyelids at half masts.
So she wasn’t bothered by the way he’d taken her? The roughness? The lack of caressing?
Holding? Finesse…?
He helped her onto the couch and she leaned back against the cushions, closing her eyes, a light, contented hum seeping from her mouth. He raked his gaze over her. Her nipples were still pebbled from her orgasm. Red marks marred her thighs from his fingers gripping her. Her skin glowed with a pink flush. She looked completely sated…in such peace.
She was the most breathtaking woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
And he had not the slightest desire to leave.
“Need anything?” he asked, and had to clear the gruffness from his voice. “A drink. Something to eat?”