“I do love these shoes,” he said, and the rasp in his voice left no doubt of that. “But they’re in the way.”
He slid the shoe off and tossed it aside before repeating it with the other leg. Then he tucked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and tugged. She lifted her hips so he could wiggle the denim over her hips.
“Careful,” he said. “I don’t want to be the one who rips your favorite old jeans.”
Right now, she didn’t give a damn about jeans. She wanted them off her. She wanted the ivory lace panties off her. And she wanted Derekonher.
Once he’d dropped the jeans on the floor, he reached for the panties, but he didn’t pull them down. Instead he ran his fingers over the lace in a light, teasing touch that made her squirm.
“These are so pretty, I almost hate to take them off,” he said.
“I can take them off, don’t worry.”
But when she reached down, he grasped her wrists and lifted her hands over her head as he bent over her body. “I’ve got this.”
He kissed her throat and then slowly—so slowly she wanted to pound a fist on his back to hurry him up—made his way down her body. Her breasts slowed him down even more, since he took his time sucking each nipple in turn. He released her wrist to cup her breasts and then pinch her nipples between his thumb and finger as his tongue flicked over the tips.
When she moaned, arching her hips, he started moving again. His mouth blazed a trail down her stomach, and when she tried to wiggle free, he put his hands on her hips to hold her down. Then he ran his tongue across the elastic edging of the panties and she sucked in a breath.
“You’re torturing me on purpose,” she said in a strained voice.
His chuckle against her lower stomach vibrated through her. His fingers brushed over the lace, making her whimper, but he took his time. He stroked her through the flimsy fabric until she grabbed his shoulder, her fingernails pressing hard into his skin.
When his mouth closed over the lace, a shuddering sigh escaped her lips and she let go of his shoulder to slide her fingers into his hair. He hooked his finger under the leg elastic so the back of his knuckle brushed over her naked flesh and she had to remind herself not to hold her breath.
When she growled in frustration, he pulled back and slid the panties down over her legs. She was vaguely aware of him fishing a condom out of his jeans and the anticipation quickened her pulse.Finally.
Derek slid his arm under her and lifted her just a little, pushing her farther back on the bed. But instead of moving over her, he slid his hands to the inside of her thighs. She made a sound—surprise or need or both—as his mouth closed over her.
Her frustration melted away as he took his time tasting her. The sound he made, echoing the hunger and desire she felt, inflamed her and she put her hand on his head, holding him close. His tongue flicked over her clit as he pushed one finger slowly into her, testing and twisting, before he sucked hard enough to make her hips buck.
But she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her, and she scraped her fingernails over his shoulder. “Now, Derek. I want you now.”
He groaned and gave her a punishing bite on the inside of her thigh, but he stood and peeled off his briefs. She only had a few seconds to appreciate the view—he wasdefinitelyready for her—before he opened the condom wrapper and rolled it on.
Slowly kissing his way from her thigh to her neck, pausing only briefly at her breasts, he moved over her and settled between her thighs. His gaze locked with hers as she reached between their bodies to close her hand around him. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as she savored the hard length of him, and moved his hips.
He took his time entering her and she could feel the effort of his restraint in the slight tremble of his muscles. Slowly, he pushed deeper into her. Pulling back, then pushing forward. She rocked her hips, her hands on his hips, until he filled her.
Derek paused, his breath slightly ragged as he smiled down at her. “How you doin’?”
She skimmed her fingernails over his back and felt him twitch inside of her. “Doing great, and about to be even better.”
He grinned and then his hips moved in a hard thrust. She gasped, and her hands grasped his arms. “Yes. More of that.”
Olivia lost herself in the sensation of him as he complied, moving in and out with hard strokes. The heat of his skin against hers. The feel of his firm muscles moving under her hands. The sound of his breath and the way their gazes locked together.
Then he hooked an arm under her leg and shifted his position so he could thrust harder and deeper. She was so close—so ready—and she moaned low in her throat as she reached down and pressed the heel of her hand against her clit. He groaned as the arch between her thumb and finger closed lightly over his erection, and he drove into her.
The orgasm took her breath away, and she dug her fingertips into his hips as her back arched off the bed. Maybe she screamed or said his name. She didn’t even know. All she knew was the explosion of pleasure.
He came almost immediately after, groaning and grinding as he pulsed deep inside of her. Then he collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short bursts against her neck. He kissed her skin as their bodies trembled in the aftermath.
After a few moments to catch his breath, he kissed her neck again and then lifted his head to kiss the side of her breast as he secured the condom and slid out. Olivia gave a satisfied moan and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close for a few more seconds. She didn’t want him to move yet.
But after a few minutes, when she could feel his breath slow and wondered if he might fall asleep, he kissed her before sliding away. “I’ll be right back.”
While he was gone, Olivia stretched, enjoying the delicious ache of a body that was deeply satisfied. Then she pulled back the covers and oriented herself properly on the bed, so her head was on the pillow, and closed her eyes.
