Freeing her mouth on a deep inhale, eyes closed and skin flushed, she tilted her head to the side. No objections, and in fact, her fingertips dug into his shoulders, spurring him on.
“Feel good?” The silky material of her bra added a little extra slip and slide to the movement of his thumb over her nipple. He kissed the side of her throat, nuzzled against her, and breathed in her stirring scent.
“Are we going to have sex?” A drowsy sort of arousal sounded in her tone.
It ramped up his already-racing heartbeat. “Yes.” Absolutely. He whispered against her skin: “Right here, Glory. Right now.”
Three labored breaths later, and she reached beneath her shirt to open the front closure of her bra. “Good.”
That did it. Kam went on autopilot, lifting the shirt higher so he could see her. He’d seen breasts before—plenty of them. But this was Glory and seeing her left him scorched with need.
She held the shirt up with one hand, letting him look his fill, and with the other, she unsnapped her jeans. Then her slender fingers teased down the zipper, exposing the pale flesh of her lower stomach.
He wanted to say something witty.Keep going.Ornice show. Anything clever that would prove she didn’t have him off balance, but nothing came to mind except having her. Tasting her. Licking her.
Branding her as his own.
NotMike’s. Not any other man’s.
His and his alone.
Even while reminding himself that he wasn’t the possessive type, he had to get his mouth on her. Mindful of her delicate skin, he kissed down her throat to her chest. Shoving the shirt higher, he drew in one nipple.
Her fingers clenched in his hair, and she pressed closer on a soft moan.
Yeah, she liked that. Using both hands, he shoved down her jeans. They were tight, and it wasn’t easy, but he had enoughdetermination to get it done in record time. Her small throaty laugh proved that she enjoyed his urgency.
He didn’t care. When his fingers moved over her, then in her, he found proof that her need matched his own.
If Glory hadn’t been every bit as frantic as him, maybe he could have slowed down. Maybe.
But it was the snap of his jeans she attacked now, so as long as she was with him, he wouldn’t slow down. Couldn’t slow down—God. Especially not when her warm fingers squeezed around his cock. Laboring for breath, they both paused.
“Now,” Glory said, hurriedly shoving her pants lower. “Right now.”
“Yeah.” The guttural agreement gave him away—and he didn’t care. Once she’d kicked out of her jeans and panties, he caught her ass with both hands, lifted her against him and pinned her to the wall. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around him. “Hold on to me.”
Her arms tightened around his neck. In a haze of lust, he reached down, guided himself to her, and pressed home.
At almost the same time, he felt her sharp little teeth on his shoulder and heard her reverberating moan.
So good. So fucking good he couldn’t see straight. They moved together, a little wild, a little rough. Hot kisses, harsh sounds, building pleasure, tighter and tighter...
“Kam.” Putting her head back, she clamped down on him, coming hard.
For once, her expression was raw and real. More beautiful than ever. He got lost watching her, experiencing her, catching every shift of pleasurable expression until she shakily released a breath.
The second she relaxed, he let himself go.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
A minute later, slumped against Glory, their boneless bodies more or less propped against the wall, he heard a snicker.
It made him smile. “Careful,” he warned. “It’s only by sheer force of will that I’m supporting us both.”
“You could let me go.”
Never. That’s what he wanted to say. It’d be far too serious for their first time, though. “You mean to tell me you’ve recovered when I haven’t?”
