“Darien—” Loren objected.
But he only said, “I want to try something different.” And then he flipped them again, the silken sheets rustling around them.
And thenLorenwas on top ofhim.
She let out a gasp as she sank down his length, the angle filling her deep and snug.
Darien let out a low, appreciative groan. “Show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.”
Loren froze, her whole body tensing up. “What if I…” Her tongue became clumsy and dry. “What if—I mean, I don’t really know what I’m doing. What if I’m not…?”
Darien surprised her by looking angry, not at her, but at how she’d found it necessary to voice such a question. “What if you’re not what?” he prompted softly. “Not good enough?”
She merely looked at him, embarrassment spreading hotly through her face.
Holding her gaze, Darien took her left hand into his and pressed the tips of her fingers to his lips. “You are better than enough, Loren Calla,” he said against her skin. “You are perfect.” He kissed her palm before letting go, instead grabbing hold of her hips. The heat from his rough hands was inviting as it spread into her—
And then he started bobbing her up and down…up and down.
Loren’s breath caught in her throat.
Oh.Oh.
“Like this.” His voice was husky and sexy as hell. “All you have to do is move and I promise I’ll love it.” He let go to allow her to take the reins, but when she still hesitated, he reached for her and tipped up her chin. His gaze was beseeching as he attempted to read her expression. After a moment, he said, “I love you, Loren.”
Loren’s heart swelled at the statement; the way he said it was like a shout out into the universe. “I love you, too.” She became concerned then by the look on his face, and she grazed her fingers across the crease between his brows. “What’s the matter?”
His mouth pulled down at the corners. “I might die if you don’t start moving.”
Loren recoiled like he’d slapped her. “Don’t say that word!” she nearly shouted. She didn’teverwant to hear any jokes about him dying. Not now, not ever.
“Then fuck me,” he said, grabbing hold of her hips again and rolling them against his. Loren nearly swore; it felt so good. “Fuck me like my life depends on it.”
A breathless laugh slipped out of her, but it was soon silenced by the feel of him moving inside her, teasing that golden spot he’d hit so precisely last night. It was unfair, how good he was. Unfair, because she would want him every day of her too-short life.
“Tilt your hips a bit, baby. Like this. It’ll feel good, I promise.” He angled her, and then moved her body up and down to illustrate, grinding her into his pelvis. He did it again.
And again.
“Oh,”she gasped. Itdidfeel good. And she found herself picking up where he’d left off, melting into the rhythm he’d set, and forgetting all about the embarrassment she’d felt a moment ago. His gaze felt like a caress as he drank in her body moving above him. It gave her a sense of power she’d never known before and would likely never get from anything else.
“That’s it, baby.” The words were slightly husky and dripping with sin. “Just like that. Keep going.” He braced his hands above his head, holding onto the headboard as she rode him. The muscles in his arms flexed every time she did something he liked, which was often enough that she quickly learned what his favorite moves were, desperate to please him as much as she could. He watched her intently the whole time, his stare nearly as potent as what was going on between her legs. She kept her eyes on him too, loving the way he watched her, loving the carnal look that transformed his stunning face into something truly mouth-watering.
“Come for me, baby.” His voice was rich and so deep she felt it in her belly. Something she did brought a groan of approval to his lips, and his grip tightened on the wrought iron, causing it to bend just a little, the iron roses shuddering with the tension.
Loren’s mouth popped open in surprise.
Shedid that.Shemade him do that. The realization almost undid her, but she fought the ecstasy rising within, not wanting this to be over just yet.
Darien’s jaw hardened, the muscles in his arms standing out beneath his tattooed skin. Sweat took form in tiny beads below his lower lip as he ground out, “Come for me, Lola.”
She did—hard. Bliss rolled over her like an ocean wave, causing the muscles in her legs to grow taut. She tipped her head back slightly, gasping as ecstasy rippled across her skin. She felt her insides tightening around him, her thighs becoming damp with more than just sweat.
He removed both his hands from the headboard, using them now to hold her by the hips, setting a faster rhythm that would take him over the edge. She knew she would go over that edge again too, but this time it would bewithhim. She wanted it, wanted to give him the world.
He moved her up and down, faster and faster, each deepening thrust verging on the point of pain, but she only wanted more, wanted to take everything he gave her, wanted to see the look on his face when he let off inside her.
And he did a few minutes later, shuddering beneath her, her name rolling off his tongue in a low oath. The feel of him pulsing inside her with his release made her climax again, and their bodies moved as one in the throes of their pleasure, dragging their orgasm out like the final note of music in a song only they could hear.
