Right, Sera? Say it.”
“All for you.” Sensing him about to give in, she found his ass with her hands and hauled him closer, the friction making them both cry out. “I’m all for you. Have me, Bowen.”
His strong arms shook on either side of her, perspiration beading on his shoulders. “Please,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold out. Need to fuck you so bad. So hard.”
“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, using all her strength to bring him close. “I want you to.”
He pressed their damp foreheads together, warm breath fanning her face.
“The idea of hurting you makes me crazy,” he said in a harsh whisper. “I’ve got a little too much crazy in me already tonight. I don’t think I could go easy. I know I can’t.”
“Bowen.”
Her
fingers
threaded
themselves through his hair. “You’re hurting me more by saying no.”
The flare in his eyes told her he didn’t like hearing that. Hated it, possibly. A beat passed where she could practically see the wheels spinning in his head.
Then he kissed her hard once and reversed their positions. She went from flat on her back to straddling his waist, looking down at the most breathtakingly handsome, insanely complicated man she’d ever met. His cheekbones were high with color, slate-colored eyes blazing with lust.
“It has to be this way, Sera. Otherwise you’ll end up with your ankles behind my neck, screaming while I pound you.”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “And that’s just how it’ll start. When I feel myself coming, I’d hold it back. I’d flip you onto your hands and knees and start all over.” He ran his hands up her rib cage to grasp her breasts. “On second thought, maybe you’d like that. Catholic girls spend a lot of time kneeling already, don’t they?”
Oh, wow. Why wasn’t she taking offense? Why did his taunt only make her infinitely hotter? She planted both hands on his shoulders and slid up his thick erection, then worked her way back down with little writhing motions of her hips. His sharp curses and quick intakes of breath told her he liked it, so she did it again. “I think I like it this way, actually,” she gasped.
He fisted her hair in his hands, dragged her down to his chest to ravage her mouth. “Tell me again that it hurts when I don’t fuck you. Make it okay for me, Sera.”
“It hurts.” She rubbed her breasts against his muscular upper body. “It hurts.”
Bowen inched them up the bed and grabbed hold of the wrought iron headboard with both hands. “I’m going to stay still as long as I can to let you get used to me. But…ah, baby, I’ll be going crazy for you to ride it hard. Try to move as much as you can, okay?” His hands flexed and tightened in a white-knuckle hold. “There’s no going back after this.
Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want this, Bowen. You.”
His eyes burned. “I can’t go back, either, Sera. Not once I have you.”
She dragged her fingertips down his naked body. Watching for his reaction, she took his hardness in her hands and guided him between her legs, moaning at the slippery contact.
“Wait.” Looking as though he were in severe pain, he jerked his chin toward the bedside table. “Condom. In the drawer. God, please hurry.”
Silently berating herself for not even sparing a thought for protection, she leaned over Bowen and opened the drawer, impatient to get back to touching him. As she drew out a foil packet, his tongue swirled enticingly over her nipple before sucking it hard into his mouth. He drew so deeply on her, she cried out and nearly collapsed. Her hands flew to the headboard for balance, sensation rocketing through her body.
Between her thighs, she could feel him pressing at her entrance, thick and huge.
“Give it.” He snatched the condom out of her hand, ripping it open with his teeth. His gaze burned into hers as he rolled it on in one smooth motion. “Let’s get me inside you before I fucking die.
How does that sound?”
She nodded shakily. “Good.”
Bowen’s hands went back to their death grip on the headboard and she took him in her hand once more. His jaw went slack as she squeezed him once, twice. “Rub me against your clit, baby. I own that spot, don’t I? Use me to touch it.”
Her thighs shook as she followed his instructions, shallow breaths echoing in her ears. It only took a matter of seconds for the emptiness to take up residence in her belly. That need to be filled she’d always experienced with him. “I can’t…
I want—”
“I know what you want. Take it.”
Need him as close as possible. Need all of him. Not giving herself a second longer to psyche herself out, she pushed the head past her entrance and sank down with one hard push. A shockwave of pain reverberated through her, making her cry out.