“Anything. Everything.”
Hugh swung her into his arms and walked them to his bedroom. She took a moment to appreciate all the beautiful whites. Her eyes landed on a lovely, crocheted blanket. Hugh set her down. She touched the blanket draped over the foot of his bed. It was the palest of yellows and very soft.
“Yellow is my favorite color.”
“I know,” he replied, heat touching his cheeks.
He’d had something on his bed that reminded him of her. She slipped her sandals off and took a step toward where Hugh stood as still as a statue. She slipped her hands under his shirt. “Take this off.” He ripped it from his body so fast a breeze ruffled her hair. She let her hands trace his body; his chest, nipples, ribs, and abs. She might have drooled, tracing his V-line.
He groaned as her fingers ran lightly across the waistband of his shorts. One fingertip dipped underneath. “Take these off too,” she demanded. He slid his shorts and briefs off together. Now, it was her turn to moan. His sex bobbed free, engorged, and wet with precum. Rowan didn’t know if every man’s penis was as mesmerizing, but Hugh’s hypnotized.
“Surely, there is no man that compares to you,” she whispered. It was his turn to close the distance. His hands wentto the bow at her waist and slowly tugged the ends, unraveling the tie until the simple wrap dress fell open.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “I can’t believe that bit of material was the only thing between me and your body.”
“Remember that in the future.”
He finished slipping it from her shoulders before answering. “Oh, I will.”
No sooner had her dress hit the floor than she found herself picked up and wrapped around his massive body. All his hot, hard muscles pressed against her skin, his length snug between her legs. His mouth took hers almost frantically.
Breaking the kiss, Rowan demanded, “Bed.” She couldn’t stop the squeak of surprise when her body went airborne, only to land in a nest of blankets, a fluffy down comforter, and down pillows. Hugh still stood next to the bed, the bedroom’s surround lights highlighting his body perfectly. He had fisted his length, pumping twice, slowly.
“I’ve dreamed of you in my bed, just like you are right now, naked and waiting for me. Christ, Row. You texted me when you were in Texas that you wondered what our first time would be like. How do you see it now? Before stuff,” he grinned wolfishly, “or straight to me inside you? We’ll do it all, trust me, but in what order is the question.”
“You. Inside me. Before stuff, after. I’ve dreamed about you sliding into me too many times only to wake up empty and wanting.” He slid open the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a box of condoms. Rowan started to pant as he ripped the foil packet open and started rolling it on.
“You remembered to get them.”
“As soon as you told me, I texted housekeeping to get some.” At her shocked look, he asked, “What, should I have left my mother in the car on the way to lunch to run in and buy prophylactics?”
As he kneeled on the bed and crawled his way over to straddle her body, she kept giving his sex side-eye. He was…large, and she was…not. “Umm, Hugh, I know having sex one time doesn’t make me an expert on…size, but?—”
“It doesn’t.”
He distracted her for a moment by kissing a path to her breasts.
“But…I’ve fooled around before and?—”
“Can we agree to never discuss anything that you’ve done with a man who isn’t me? We’ll fit together perfectly. Trust me.”
“Fine. Since we’re discussing do’s and don’ts—you will never say the words woman and hookup if they aren’t referring to me.” She raised her eyebrows in question.
“Noted. Now relax and let me touch you,” he demanded.
He touched her everywhere until she begged him to take her. “Please, Hugh, please.” He took her mouth again, their tongues savagely using the other. She stretched her legs around his hips, opening herself for what was next. He was rubbing his sex over her own, creating friction that had her hips lifting before fitted himself at her entrance and slowly began to push.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth.
He went a few inches deeper, stopping when he felt her stiffen. It felt tight. Scorching. Impossible.
“Rowan, baby, look at me.”
When she opened her eyes, wondering when she’d even closed them, it was to find Hugh looking at her with such raw need his body shook with it.
“Take a few deep breaths, my love. Calm, deep breaths. Let me love you. Trust me with your body.”
She could feel his tightly leashed strength cradling her body. His tenderness and patience washed away her anxiety. She reached behind his head and pulled him down to her mouth. She undulated her tongue against his, mimicking the movement theyboth wanted where they joined. He started to move again, short in and out thrusts.
