She had not realized the sight would be so erotic. His skin was hot and inviting, the hard muscles twitching beneath the light pressure of her fingertips as though her touch brought both pleasure and pain.
He caught her hands and pinned them to the cushion as he covered her mouth with his. She should feel trapped and helpless, but instead her body quickened with exhilaration, relishing the promise of his possession, eager to join as one. She let her legs fall apart in invitation.
When his hands released her wrists from their sensual prison, she immediately sank her fingers into his hair, marking him as he had marked her. His hair was disheveled because of her hands, her thighs. His gorgeous perfection mussed from feasting onher.
Her body clenched deliciously in remembrance.
“Hurry,” she begged.
His smile was wicked. “No.”
As he reached between their bodies to unbutton his fall, his knuckles brushed against her slick core.
Her body pulsed with need. Now he would claim her with the most intimate part of himself. Her breath was ragged. She’d loved his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, and was ready for—
His thick shaft pressed hot and heavy against her belly. It felt impossibly big and unspeakably tempting. If a single finger could push her over the edge, how much more pleasure would all of him bring? She writhed against him.
“Patience,” he murmured against her lips. His shaft pulsed between them.
“Don’t make me wait.” She barely recognized the smoky need in her voice. “Please.”
He lowered himself until he slid perfectly against her, but nudged nothing more than the tip inside. It was decadent, potent, teasing her with promise. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. If only for tonight.
She lifted her hips to coax him inside. Every new inch stretched her, bound them closer. He was not just on top of her but inside of her. The realization made her dizzy.
“Chloe,” he said, his voice strained. “This is going to…”
They gasped together as he entered her fully.
A sharp pain pierced her and disappeared as fast as it had come.
She clenched her muscles around him, testing the strength of this new invasion.
He sucked in a ragged breath.
“You felt that?” she whispered.
“It almost broke me.” His words were rough, his gaze hot with need. “You have no idea how much I’ve longed to be inside of you. I can barely think.”
She could not stop her lips from curving into a naughty grin. “Now that you’re here, what are we going to do?”
He began to move his hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, his hard shaft surged within her. The feel of him inside her, the sight of his strong shoulders from this strange new angle, almost undid her.
She wrapped her legs about him, at first matching his rhythm, then goading him faster, deeper. Each stroke fed the increasing pressure like kindling to a fire. Soon it would consume her.
Kissing her hungrily, he cupped his hand to her breast. His fingers teased the pert nipple the way he had played between her legs. Little sounds escaped her throat, sounds she did not recognize. The pressure rose and rose until it was difficult to breathe and all she could do was feel. It was happening again, this time with him inside of her.
He would feel it, too.
She grasped his shoulders. “I’m going to—”
It was too late for a warning. The peak was already upon her, lifting her, squeezing him, fracturing her into a thousand prisms of light and taking him with her. Sweat lined his brow.
“Thank God,” he muttered, pumping his hips rapidly in short succession before jerking free to grip himself with his handkerchief and allowing it to tumble to the floor. He collapsed beside her, sated and exhausted.
Shehad done this to him. No—even better. They had done it to each other.
He pulled her against him possessively. “Any other favors?”
