Hayden blows out a long breath. “Thank fuck.”
He takes his sweet damn time pulling the tights and panties to my knees, taking extra care with pulling them over my wound. I want to scream with frustration at how slow he’s moving.
My gaze is drawn to his damp shirt stretching across his broad chest, and my fingers itch to pop open the buttons. He doesn’t give me the time to follow through because his hands are on my thighs, causing my legs to roll open and my nipples to poke through the fabric of my t-shirt into hard twin peaks, giving him the suck-me signal.
His palms glide up my legs, and once again, disappear under my oversized t-shirt. I squirm on the seat, my sex throbbing with need.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he says as a hand floats over my sex, sliding down to the center of my slit.
At his touch, my hips buck off the sofa, pressing me firmer against his hand. A finger enters me. I moan. Oh, this feels so good. I need more. But there’s something niggling at the back of my mind. What is it? My brain has short-circuited with his fingers doing all these wonderful things.
Oh…he said he shouldn’t be doing this. “Why?” I’m almost too scared to ask in case it makes him pull out of me. I lift my hips a little so he knows I want more.
With a growl, he says, “Fuck what I said.” Keeping one hand busy between my legs, he braces the other hand on the back of the sofa, next to my head, diving into a kiss. His lips are demanding, and I open to him.
All thoughts of not normally being a one-night-stand kind of girl disappear. The kiss, me riding his hand, solidifies that sometimes in life you have to live a little. Take the bull by its horns—or in this case, Hayden by the waist—and take what you want.
He breaks the kiss to run his tongue along the curve of my neck and over my racing pulse, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I run my hands over the muscley plane of his back to his ass and back up again. The man is impressively built. What’s even more impressive is his enormous erection prodding against my thigh. His jeans are an annoying barrier between us. He skims his mouth from my neck to my breasts, and I suck in a gasp as he draws a nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging my other breast in a slow, circular motion.
He pulls back to say, “I want to see you naked. Top off. Now!”
Gone is the blushing man from earlier. I love the take-charge side of Hayden. It’s so sexy. A quiver shimmers down my spine, and I gladly do as I’m told. Yanking off my top, I toss it on the floor. I hadn’t bothered with a bra; my B-cup breasts need little restraining. Once I’m completely naked and exposed to him, his gaze travels over my body with appreciation.
Staring at my heaving chest for a beat, he then cups my breasts in his firm hands, flicking his thumbs over my hardened nipples. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect.”
He looks quite enamored by my itty-bitty titties. A lot of guys don’t pay them much attention. I guess they’re not impressed by their size. Hayden’s looking at them like they’re the best thing he’s ever seen.
When he closes his mouth on them, he devours them like they’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. My head falls back on the sofa, and I moan my pleasure, hooking my good leg around his waist and pulling him closer. I want to give him the hint that he can take things further. Not that I’m not enjoying himworshiping my chest, but with the way my body is coiled up so tight, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
Leaning forward, I reach between our bodies and unzip his jeans. My hands shake as I slide them into his underwear, taking hold of his hard, hot cock. With a firm grip, I squeeze and slowly stroke.
Hayden tosses his head back and groans, “Fuck, that feels good.”
I encourage him to pump in my hand, and his hips thrust forward. Being naked with my sex on display and his dick in my hand, I want this man inside me now! I shift my butt closer to the edge of the sofa. It’s not easy to get myself in the perfect position with one leg propped up on the coffee table, but I’ll make it work even if it kills me.
Hayden notices my predicament. “Let me take you to bed so I can kiss every inch of you and fuck you properly.”
Oh. My insides quiver. No one has ever been so forward with me like this before. I freaking love it! His bossiness and take-charge attitude makes me wet. I quickly nod my agreement, and he helps me from the sofa.
Standing naked against him, while he’s fully clothed, I search for my t-shirt to cover up.Remember you’re taking the bull by its horns—or more like Hayden by whatever body part you can hold onto.Preferably what’s between his legs. Forgetting about the t-shirt, I press myself against him and wrap my arm around his waist.
Hayden dips at the knees. “Fuck, Alyssa, you’re killing me,” he says on a strangled sigh. “If it weren’t for your ankle, I’d fuck you where you stand.” This time my legs do give out. Hayden throws his arms around my waist to support me. “Where’s your bedroom?”
The apartment is tiny, yet my room feels like it’s a mile away. I point to my door. Hayden whisks me off my feet, and withtwo long strides, he’s in my room. He carefully lays me on the bed and straightens, looking at me with so much desire my belly flutters at the thought of what’s to come.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
At the moment I want nothing more. “Yes, I want this.”
“Your leg?”
“I can barely feel it.” It’s true. Adrenaline has taken over. It might hurt like a bitch in the morning, but it will be worth it.
He stands at the side of the bed, and I watch him unbutton his shirt. Tanned skin with a light dusting of dark hair on his chest peeks from the parted fabric. With his shirt slightly open, his jeans unzipped, I’ve never seen a man this sexy in my life. I can’t wait to see more.
Before Hayden joins me on the bed, a cell phone rings from the living room. It isn’t my ringtone, so it must be Hayden’s.
He stiffens. “I need to get that. It might be my—”
