He locked up and activated the house alarm. As they climbed the stairs, he took her hand. At the top, he kissed it. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“So am I. I’ll be in shortly.” She brushed her teeth, dressed in a tank top and panties, then threw a sweatshirt over them.
The hallway was dark, save for a night light.My vigilante boyfriend uses night lights.
No, he’s not my boyfriend.
When she entered his bedroom, he was propped up in bed waiting for her. And her heart took off in her chest. He was shirtless. And his chest—his rock-hard chest with those amazing broad shoulders and sinewy arms—stole her attention. But the heated look in his eyes lured her in.
“Hello, beautiful.” His sexy voice thundered through her.
She closed and locked his bedroom door, then removed the sweatshirt. His gaze strayed from hers as he checked her out, the intensity in those piercing blue eyes stripping her bare.
“Are we making a mistake?” she whispered as she slipped in beside him.
Wrapping himself around her like an oversized blanket, he kissed her. “Does this feel like a mistake?” He kissed her again.
“No,” she whispered. “This feels right.”
“Then embrace it.”
She ran her fingers through his soft hair while he caressed her back. He slid his hand inside her tank and teased her nipple with his thumb. Soft, gentle strokes that had her undulating against him. Her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure pounded a direct line to the small, heated space between her legs.
And then, he removed her tank and slid off her panties. Naked, they pressed closer. Skin against skin, her nerve endings were on fire. Every muscle she stroked felt like steel beneath her fingers. The harder she clung to him, the more she desperately wanted him inside her.
When his mouth found her nipple, she shuddered in a breath. He licked and teased, nibbled and tugged. She loved everything he gave her and she begged him for more.
Their whispers floated through the silence and their quiet moans riled her. She nudged him away and began stroking his shaft. His wetness trickled onto her fingers and she couldn’t wait to taste his sweet, sweet juices. Kissing her way down his body, she took his long, hardened shaft into her mouth. Wetness flooded her core and she sucked down a harsh breath.
“Jesus, Providence, you feel so fucking good.”
His voice was raspy, his cock hard like steel. She rolled her tongue over the smooth head before taking him into her mouth again. She was on fire, her desire to pleasure him had her writhing in place. She needed him inside her, so she slowed her sucking and licking, then pulled off.
After dropping a trail of kisses up his torso, she found his mouth once again. And she kissed him hard and fast.
Their collective groans pierced the silent night.
“I love how good you suck me.” His hooded eyes were sky blue, his cheeks pink.
“I’m dying for you,” she said. “Where’s the condom?”
“I want to make you come with my mouth first.”
“Not tonight.”
“This relationship is too one-sided for me.”
“It’s okay, really. Now, where’s that condom?”
He pulled it from under his pillow, covered himself, and pulled her onto him. “How do you want me to love you?”
She froze.
He slayed her with a playful smile. “Too much?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m confident you won’t feel like that in about fifteen minutes.”
