“Do you want me to leave?” I whisper.
Thick fingers flex on my hips, and his breath deepens into ragged exhales like an internal war is raging inside him.
I lean back like I can study his expression for clues. But the room is too dark.
“Do you?” I repeat.
He pulls me back to him, and I gasp as my chest hits his and my pebbled nipples strain against my T-shirt.
“No.” The single gruff syllable sounds more like a growl than a word.
His sleepy voice is so much deeper, rougher.Sexier.
With a bruising grip on my hips he encourages me to bring my weight down into his lap and onto the solid thickness beneath the sheets.
It fills the space between my thighs completely. It’s big. Hot, thick, hard as steel, giant as a novelty dildo,big.
Oh…
Jesus, that girl in the sundress walked out of here to catch a cab. Surely, she should have been carried out to an ambulance after taking that thing.
I swallow. “Wow, I don’t know if I can?—”
He grinds me against him, letting out a deep moan that’s so raw and sexual I feel it all the way to my toes.
Guess I’m about to find out.
I slide one hand up to his shoulder and lever myself up so I can tug the sheets out of the way. Before I can lower myself down, he grabs my face.
We’re nose to nose, breath to breath, and my heart is threatening to beat out of my chest at the sudden intensity that’s filled the air. I don’t dare move, let alone speak. I can make out the slightest glimmer from the moonlight reflecting in his pupils, but that’s all.
Rough-skinned, but tender thumbs caress my cheeks as he inspects me by touch alone.
His breath is warm and minty, and I lick my lips as he strokes the back of my neck with deft fingertips. It’s like a delicious massage, and I lean into it.
“That’s nice,” I whisper.
My muscles melt under his touch, and I arch toward him, more than happy to oblige and hand myself over to his skilled hands.
Letting my eyes fall closed, I let out a breathy moan. It’s all so gentle, so soft and tender. Having someone explore me in the dark with such care is something I could definitely get used to.
“So nice,” I murmur again. Maybe I don’t even need sex. A massage in the dark feels pretty damn spectacular.
He eases my body down until my skin grazes his. I let out an appreciative moan as his hard shaft slips into place against my growing wetness and presses against my aching clit.
I should definitely take the sex too.
I drag in a breath, rocking my hips and sliding slowly up and down his length. I’m so turned on I could probably come like this before he even gets inside me.
“What’s—”
His lips capture mine with an urgent dominance, stealing the question over what I just felt from my mouth, and swallowing it down. I don’t have time to think. He’s everywhere. His lipssliding over mine. His tongue slipping inside my mouth like he has every right to.
He kisses like a man who demands what he wants, when I thought I was the one who instigated this for my own needs.
I gasp at the sudden change in him, but he steals the sound, making it his own. Making every whimper from my lips and beat of my pulse belong to him.
His touch might be gentle and tender. But his kiss is possessive and demanding, consuming me, while pulling more and more from me like he’s staking his claim and showing me that I’m his now. Showing me that I will give him everything, and still beg him to take more.
