“No. I was trying to make love to you. I had intentions. But … I can’t.”
Her cunt squeezed him again. His last coherent thought fled. As far as non-verbal communication went, it was loud and clear.
He turned his head, hid his face against her neck and gave in to the need to have her. Hard and fast, losing himself in her. Taking everything she gave. The slick sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled his ears, competing with the roaring in his head and heart.
He fumbled his hand down her, searching the length of her with unsteady fingers, finding the place where her clit poked out, all ready for him.
Didn’t take much to send her over.
Her arms wrapped around his head, holding on tight. The muffled cries in his ear as she came and her cunt clenched at him set him off in turn with perfect synchronicity.
He might have bit at her soft, sweet neck, said something along the lines of, “Fuck yes, I love you.” But really, who could blame him?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ali woke up coming.
The dream of hands and mouth on her were real, the soft brush of hair and the scratch of stubble against her inner thighs not even vaguely imagined.
She lay spread open, horribly exposed. His broad shoulders were wedged between her thighs, and his focus was total. He didn’t leave her any room to hide. Daniel was terrifying.
She bit down on her bottom lip, smothering the noise before it could begin as the muscles in her legs and belly danced to his tune. He sucked at her, drawing it out. And out. And on, and on.
When he finally finished, she felt like she had been blown apart and put back together one molecule at a time. The whole mix was wildly unstable. She could fall apart at any moment. It was unprecedented, in a good way. But still, unnerving. This made it past time to face some facts.
Sex with Daniel was … unpredictable. Intense. There was no control. She had been kidding herself. No, lying. Lying to yourself was wel and truly messed up. She couldn’t contain the emotions he stirred up inside her. There would be no managing this. Daniel swiped his tongue gently up her center, dragging a needy whimper from her. Her hips twitched as he placed a ticklish kiss above her mound.
Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at her, obviously well pleased with himself.
“Breakfast of champions.”
She tried not to smile. It didn’t work out so wel . Her defenses were shredded. Part of her wondered how long it would take before she stopped fighting it altogether and let herself get carried along with his romantic craziness. “That was a sneak attack.”
“You’re welcome.”
Her feet rested on his back, his shoulders and arms holding her open. His two big hands spread across her stomach. There was more than a little “this is mine” in the positioning of his hands, and not an ounce of dignity in the pose, but who cared? There was no one but him to see her.
Stuff it. She couldn’t raise the energy to mind.
Ali gave in and slumped back against the mattress to catch her breath. One breath, two, and then curiosity got the better of her, and she was up on her elbows, watching him. Fascinated by him.
He nuzzled her thigh. The man looked spectacular spread out across the bottom of the mattress in the small hours of the dawn. Bare ass naked and really … yeah, a lot of burnished skin on show. Along with one very tight white ass.
He was gorgeous, with the lean angles of his face and his big body. Short dark hair spiking out every which way, care of her fingers the night before, dark stubble on his chin, and his smile …
A girl could let it all go straight to her head in a very nice way.
Time to admit she was drowning, her lungs working hard but getting nowhere. She was losing the war despite her best efforts. God, she always confused good sex with love. Great big mind blowing sex was certain to break her in two. The way he watched her, he didn’t play fair. As if he wanted to know every stupid thought wandering through her head. No one had ever looked at her like that.
The il usion of guarding her heart kept her going. Because, reality-wise, it would be one hell of a loss when this all went to pot.
Screw it. Why worry it to bits? The pounding of her rabbit heart made her queasy, but irritation prodded her to make a decision.
She’d grab happiness with both hands while she could. Life had become more precious now than it had ever been. She needed to make the most of it. Decision made.
Ali turned away from him, studying the gorgeous dawn. The beauty removed the scariness, gave her a chance to calm down and quiet the panic attack in the making.
Already sweat dripped between her breasts. It would be an absolutely sweltering summer’s day.