“You’re beautiful.” His voice was low, husky.
She opened her mouth to say, “No, I’m not,” but the words stuck in her throat. Maybe she was. Right now, he made her feel beautiful. Anyway, his hand was moving to his waist and rational thoughts abandoned her. He flicked open the button on his jeans, and her mouth went dry. He lowered the zipper, and her breath caught in her throat.
She had the distinct impression that he was doing a striptease for her and was entirely aware of the effect he was having. He hooked his fingers in the top of his pants and dragged them down over his hips, kicking off his boots as he went.
His shaft sprang free, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her dry mouth flooded with saliva, and she swallowed. She stepped forward without thinking, her hand reaching out, and she trailed a fingertip down from the middle of his broad chest, over the satin skin, following the trail of silky hair from his navel until she finally reached her destination and wrapped her fist around his cock.
A low groan escaped him, and she squeezed.
He placed his hand on top of hers. “Later,” he said. “Later you can play as much as you want. Right now, I need to get inside you, fast.”
She liked that, loved it in fact, and she allowed him to pry her fingers free, because the same sense of urgency was racing through her.
“Turn around.”
He was ever so bossy, and she nearly balked at the order, then caught a glimpse of the hunger in his eyes and decided this once she might take his lead.
He was so big, and hard, and fierce, nothing soft about him at all, and a shiver of something close to primordial fear ran through her as she turned around.
He flipped open the catch on her bra and slid the straps down. Then his big hands were on her breasts, touching her skin, his rough palms abrading her sensitive nipples. He stepped up closer behind her so she could feel the heat of him, his shaft scalding hot against her skin. One hand cupped her breast; the other slid down over her stomach and slipped beneath the lace of her panties.
A pulse throbbed between her thighs, and she shifted impatiently, waiting for him to touch her where she needed him most. She was so sensitive, so swollen, all she’d require was one touch and she’d come. She pushed her hips against his hand, but perversely he withdrew. Hooking his fingers in the lace at her hips he pushed her panties down, lowering himself to kneel behind her. She stepped out of them as his lips caressed the skin of her ass, and the breath left her in a whoosh.
Oh God, he’s kissing my bottom.
Had he ever done that in her fantasies?
No way. She’d have remembered. His lips were hard, his tongue soft and wet as he traced patterns on her skin. He bit down and she let out a squeak, then wished she’d stayed silent as he rose to his feet. She wanted him back.
He turned her gently, pushed her the last few inches to the bed, and she toppled backward onto the mattress. He came down after her fast, kissing her hard, and his hands were everywhere—on her breasts, her belly, between her thighs. A knee shoved between her legs, and he shifted to kneel between them.
She was vaguely aware of him grabbing a condom, the sound of the foil tearing, the long seconds as he rolled it on. Then he was back. The tip of his cock nudged at her, seeking entrance. He positioned himself with one hand, balancing on the other as he stared down into her face.
“Ready?”
Was she? There was something so carnal in his expression. The softer emotions had been banished, his face was a mask of need, and a thrill ran through her.
She nodded.
He shoved into her hard, filling her, stretching her so she tingled everywhere, her muscles gripping onto him as though to keep him inside her. He pulled out, the drag against her exquisite, then in again, sliding easier this time as her tense muscles relaxed.
As he pumped into her hard and fast, everything faded from her consciousness except the feel of his big body on her, inside her, so different than how she had imagined. So much more. Filling her mind as well as her body.
He reached between them, and his fingers found her clit, and everything tightened until she was a quivering mass of need. He pinched her and she exploded around him, and still he was moving, driving her higher and higher. The pleasure would pause, then he’d touch her again, and she’d explode.
He held her still with his hands on her shoulders as she writhed beneath him, then he came, his head going back, and a groan escaped him. Finally, he pulled free of her with a shudder, dropped down beside her, dragging her with him, so she lay with her back against his chest.
For a minute she felt bereft, and then he nuzzled the spot where her shoulder met her neck, and stroked soft circles on the skin of her back. Her heartbeat slowed and she slept.
Chapter Eleven