Smiling back at her, I lowered my voice to a whisper. “To take you to bed and not let you out until morning.”
My woman stepped forward again, so close I could feel her warmth. “That’s perfect too.”
She squeaked with surprise when I swept her up into my arms. Leaving my doubts behind along with my whiskey glass, I carried Lacey down the hall to my bedroom, where we had never been together. This was our chance to start over. To empty us both of all our mistakes, all our moments of foolish weakness, and refill each other with our devotion.
For a minute after I laid her on the bed, I just stared at her, enraptured. The robe had fallen open and she lay propped up on her elbows, shapely legs outstretched. She looked like a Renaissance painting of Aphrodite, all alabaster curves and wide eyes and luxurious dark tresses. Delicate, soft . . . and hungry. The shyness in her smile had been overcome by desire.
No man alive could ignore that invitation.
Joining her on the bed, I pulled her into a deep, fiery kiss. My hands pushed under her robe to explore the naked, damp body beneath. I needed to touch every part of her, make sure she really was okay, that she wasn’t some mirage. My fingers trailed down her back, along the tender dip where her spine lay hidden, and slid over the curve of her ass. She sighed and opened her mouth to me, brushing my tongue with hers.
I rocked my hips, letting her feel how hard I was already, and she rewarded me with a husky murmur. I licked and bit at her neck—just under her ear, in the crook of her shoulder, all the spots I’d learned to make her squirm.
She mewled softly and clutched at my waist with one hand, rumpling the back of my shirt. I pulled back just enough to rip it off, then pressed my bare chest against her again, reveling in the feel of her velvety skin and ripe breasts.
When she reached down to unzip my jeans, my breath caught. I groaned when she gripped my aching cock through my boxers. She moaned into my mouth. We were flattened against each other so tightly that the back of her hand rubbed her own clit as she stroked me.
I wanted to feel more, wanted us even closer, as entwined as two bodies could get. I needed to lose myself in her. My head spun with her touch, but I still starved for more—torn between the desire to devour her and the desire to go slow, to savor every inch of her body and every sweet noise of pleasure.
“Lacey.” I breathed her name into her ear, hot and husky. “I need you.” For once in my life, I wasn’t afraid to admit it. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
All she could manage was a murmured sound of agreement. But I had to hear her say it; there was no going back from this. “Tell me with your words. Are you ready for this?”
Biting her lip, she nodded. “Yes, please. I want to feel you inside me.”
I knew from personal experience that traumatic events, like the one she had gone through tonight, left you shaken and vulnerable. But I also knew one sure-fire way to stop those grim images replaying in your head and calm your frayed nerves. Sex—rough sex. I wouldn’t deny Lacey that pleasure. Even if she was bruised, even if she was still scared, I knew this would help quiet all that, if only temporarily.
I quickly stood up to shed my jeans, grab a condom from my nightstand, and roll it on. Then I knelt between her legs, unhurried. We’d waited so long for this moment; I wouldn’t rush it.
She raised her hips to meet me, so eager. Her heat practically burned me through the thin latex barrier.
“Slow, sweetheart.”
She seemed to understand. Her hand circled the base of my cock, guiding me forward carefully. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her lips as she brought the head to her wet opening. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking forward, easing into her just the slightest bit.
Her breath caught in her throat and she squeezed her eyes closed, drawing a slow, shaky breath.
“I want you to watch. See how pretty this tight little cunt looks taking me.”
Her eyes opened, and she gazed down at where our bodies joined. It was a perfect sight. Two bodies, damp with perspiration, her slick pink folds invitingly parted for my thick cock. I worked myself in another inch.
“So tight . . . so warm.” I groaned, bringing my mouth to her neck again and sucking hard.
“Nolan,” she cried. “More.”
Hips thrusting forward, I slid inside easily. She was so wet for me, so hot and welcoming, that I groaned aloud. “Fuck, sweetheart . . .”
She writhed, trying to take me deeper, and I obliged her. Soon my cock had bottomed out. I locked eyes with Lacey as I pulled out, then slowly pushed back inside again, watching to make sure I wouldn’t hurt her.
But she was more than ready. “Stop teasing me,” she gasped. She was flushed all the way from her cheeks to her collarbone.