No way could he stop now. Lifting her off the floor, he carried her the rest of the way into the bedroom and fell onto the mattress with her. Tiny moaning sounds escaped her throat when their mouths met in another flame-inducing kiss. His hands roamed as he kicked off his shoes. The thuds against the hardwood echoed around them. He ignored the faint sound of music and knock of the bed against the floor and concentrated on the touch of the woman beneath him.
Her hands moved as she tugged his shirttails out of his pants. After a few yanks she had him sitting back and taking it off. Then the undershirt. Stripped to the waist, he slid over her again. Forget finesse. His control fizzled out under the force of that stamina she’d bragged about.
The woman knew how to kiss. Knew where to touch him to send his temperature spiking.
Just as he settled between her raised thighs a thought hit him. Condom. He’d put one in his jacket then took it out again. Something about she’d be upset about the break-in and him not wanting to take advantage of her. But he’d underestimated her. She wasn’t fragile or unsure. Her strength—her need—washed over him, igniting his own.
“Fuck chivalry.” He mumbled the words against her neck.
She pulled back and pinched his shoulder until he looked at her. “What?”
“I didn’t bring a condom.” It took all of his willpower not to race up and down the hall begging her neighbors for one. “Trust me, I’m kicking my own ass over that decision.”
“Damn.”
“Exactly.”
“I haven’t dated anyone in a while. I don’t have any, so no protection.” She groaned as her head fell back into the pillow. “That’s a no-go for me.”
“Agreed.” Now if only he could breathe.
Ducking his head, he balanced on his elbows and looked down the length of her. If he were younger and more of a dick he might try to convince her with the old “I’m clean” speech. He was, but that wasn’t the point. He respected her and her decision on this issue. They were smart people and needed to act that way.
Drinking in one last look, his gaze hesitated on the top curve of her breast. Slid over her nipple and across her skin. Clearly his attraction had him locked in a haze that made him slower than usual. They had all sorts of options. Great options.
He smiled as he lowered his body again and nuzzled her neck. “Good thing there are so many other things I can do to you.”
“Tell me more.” She stretched her arms above her head. “Use as many words as you want.”
As if he could talk. “I might be limited to grunts.”
“I love the idea of having that kind of power over you.”
“You do.” But he couldn’t think about that now. How big that was and what it meant . . . later.
He moved down, stopping to lick his tongue across her nipple and watch it tighten. When her back lifted off the mattress, he did it again. Kept going until her body shifted on the bed, looking as if every nerve jumped and quivered.
Continuing, he trailed a line of kisses down her stomach. His fingers worked on the button at the top of her jeans. His hands trembled with the need to yank the last of her clothes off her. He settled for peeling them down inch by inch, kissing each peek of skin he uncovered.
The rustling of material as he gave it one last tug and ripped it off. That left her and the thin blue bikini underwear. He lowered his head and placed a kiss in the dead center. Smelled her. Rubbed his cheek against her until she widened her thighs even farther.
Her fingers slid into his hair and held him there. He didn’t back away. One hand slipped under the elastic band of her underwear while the other skimmed the underside of her leg to the back of her knee. He folded the edge of the underwear back, baring her to his gaze. His tongue pressed inside her as her heels stabbed into the mattress.
“Take them off, Levi.”
Damn, he loved the sound of his name on her lips. “I want you to beg.”
Her head whipped from side to side on the pillow. “Please.”
Moving to his knees, he pushed her legs back and grabbed for the edge of her underwear. He dragged them down and let them fall. No way was he looking away from her. She had his full attention. Then she opened her legs, letting them fall to the sides.
Her confidence was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“I’m going to make you scream.” He barely got the words out. Heat rolled over him and his hands shook with the need to touch her again.
“I’m counting on that.”
Moving in slow motion, he slipped down again, angling his body and slipping back between her thighs. This time he didn’t play. He slid a finger inside her. Pressed in and out, going deeper each time. Licked his tongue along her seam, found her place that started her squirming and flicked against it.
Her breath came out in gasps, but he didn’t relent. The taste of her had him wanting more. Using his hands and mouth, he kept up the sensual torture until her muscles shook. Her legs pressed against his shoulders as she grabbed for the comforter, twisting the material in her clenched fists.
He varied the speed of his finger then added a second, scissoring them inside her until her shoulders lifted off the mattress. Her hips bucked. Her toes curled and uncurled. Her tiny inner muscles tightened against him as he pulled his fingers out of her and thrust them inside again.