“Not yet. Not even dawn.”
“Then I want to stay here in your arms.”
“I’m more than happy to hold you.” He pulled her closer.
Her thin nightgown let her feel his warm skin against hers. And more than that. His hard shaft pressed against her belly, sending a shot of liquid desire between her thighs. It wasn’t her fault if her hips rolled and rubbed against him of their own accord.
“Maddie.” He stiffened, which was a good thing. “What are you doing?”
“Getting warm.” She slid a hand between them and reached down, heading for his glorious—he took her wrist, stopping the happy trip of her hand.
He swallowed hard. “If you touch me now, I won’t consider myself responsible for my actions.”
She rocked her hips again. “Will your actions involve your lips on my body?”
“You need to rest.” He scowled at her, the scoundrel.
“Interesting answer.” She freed her wrist and resumed travelling down all his delicious muscles. His thighs were as hard as steel, and his buttocks as firm as leather.
“Maddie.” His plea didn’t hold any confidence.
When she closed her hand around him, they both groaned. She ran her hand up and down his length, feeling his whole body grow tense. His breath fanned over her cheek as he panted.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered.
“I want you, Hector.” She twined her leg with his and guided his shaft towards her wet entrance.
He let out a low growl that would have scared her in other circumstances. “Maddie, you need rest.”
“I need you. Please.”
He grabbed her hips with rough hands and pulled her closer. She spread her legs more widely to accommodate his build as her core pulsed in anticipation, but he didn’t move. His muscles were taut and ready, and his chest heaved with heavy breaths, but he didn’t thrust forward.
“I’ve hurt you twice.” He gripped her hips more gently. “Are you sure you want me?”
“Yes.” She pushed herself towards him to show him how much she needed him.
She bunched her nightgown up until her bare skin touched his. He growled again. The tip of his shaft touched her throbbing spot, and she couldn’t repress a moan.
“Hector, please.”
“It’s going to sting,” he whispered, kissing her lips with a light brush of his mouth.
“I don’t care.”
“You might not like it.”
“I need you. Don’t make me beg again.”
“You must tell me if it hurts though.” He inched inside her, and yes, he was right.
The foreign sensation of being stretched burned her tender flesh, but the need of him overcame the pain, and she got wetter.
“How do you feel?” He remained still.
“I’m fine. You may go deeper.”
He did as he was told and paused again to give her time to adjust. She moaned as her inner muscles contracted against his length. The sensation was both painful and extremely pleasurable. He caressed her cheek before thrusting further. She inhaled. The combination of pleasure and pain spread warmth throughout her body. He slid a hand between them and rubbed her with gentle fingers. Instant relief. The sting vanished and only pleasure remained. Now she wished he’d pound inside her.
