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Lord, how beautiful he was. And honed. And male.
Very, very male.
Almost mesmerised, she used her elbows to push herself into a sitting position, her hands reaching for him as if on autopilot.
‘No.’ The low guttural sound shuddered through her, sinful and perfect.
And then, before she could rationalise anything, he gently pushed her back on to the bed, lifted one leg, and began to kiss his way up it.
Bridget watched, mesmerised, as he made his way from the inside of one ankle up to the inside of the knee, indulging, meandering, taking his time. She watched, even more hypnotised, as Hayden progressed from her knee up the inside of her thigh, his kisses growing hotter and more laden with promise as he advanced up the ever more sensitive flesh. Until he was...there.
Right there.
And her body was quivering wildly in anticipation of what was about to happen, even as her brain was struggling to take it all in.
She watched, bewitched, as he lifted his eyes to meet hers, that naughty curve of his mouth still working its way up the last inch of inner thigh.
‘Hayden,’ she muttered, only half understanding.
His grin broadened, even as those pools of blue darkened, and suddenly he lowered his head between her legs.
Bridget cried out. Loudly. She heard herself through the fog but was helpless to stop. She’d heard about it, read about it, even had female friends go into detail about it, but nothing could possibly have prepared her for how the pure sensation of it felt.
Or perhaps how it felt when Hayden did it. His mouth on her sex, his tongue licking its way into her core, went way beyond all that she’d ever imagined it would be. It felt like rocketing up through the troposphere, the stratosphere, to the very exosphere. It felt like she never wanted it to stop. Or to come back down again.
She wanted more yet she didn’t know if she could stand it. Gripping his shoulders, Bridget writhed and moaned, barely recognising her own voice, and the low growls of approval that Hayd made—the sounds that rumbled their way from the back of his throat and into her very body—only turned her on all the more. Wantonly bucking her hips up to meet his mouth, shamelessly begging him for more.
‘Please, Hayd.’
‘Please?’
‘Please?’
And the worst—or best—of it was that she didn’t even know what she was begging him for. Not until he closed his lips around her and sucked. Hard. One finger slid easily inside her and sent her soaring into space all over again as everything turned into a brilliant, white light. She was hurtling into nothing, and she didn’t care. And then, suddenly, he twisted his hand and slid another finger inside her, and Bridget heard herself shatter with a glorious scream, calling out his name as though it had always been meant to be this way.
She had no idea how long she was out of herself, but by the time she came back down to earth, Hayden was lying next to her, a dark, unfathomable expression on his hewn features. Who knew what it was about it? But if she’d been able to capture that look and put it in a bottle, Bridget suspected she’d be able to hold onto this incredible, intense sensation forever.
‘That was...’ she began hesitantly.
‘Only the start,’ he assured her with a grin. ‘Are you ready for more?’
Was she? She didn’t know if she could handle more. But she certainly wasn’t about to say no.
Before she could answer, however, Hayden was leaning over to the drawer, reaching for a foil packet—and part of her considered that she ought to be ashamed that the thought of protection hadn’t even entered her head, she’d been so caught up in the moment—and deftly dealt with it.
Then he was sliding his sublimely solid body back over hers, gathering her up in his arms whilst her legs opened up to him as if by instinct, and all other thoughts fled from her mind.
He nudged against her. Velvet and steel where she was hot and so very wet. She could feel herself blush again, shifting slightly in her uncertainty, but then he let out a low, carnal groan, and Bridget wondered if she perhaps had a little more power than she’d realised.
Lifting her smaller hands to his well-defined shoulders, she shifted again, drawing him inside her, deeper than he’d intended to go.
A slow sound hissed out of Hayden’s mouth as he gritted his teeth, clearly trying to regain some control as he drew back out of her, and Bridget found it inordinately satisfying that she’d caught him off guard, wresting some of his power from him.
She waited until she felt him flex again and then carefully, experimentally, she shifted once more and drew him deeper inside.
‘Careful, Birdie,’ he growled deeply, and the sound thrilled her ears. ‘If you push us any faster, I can’t promise you I’ll be able to hold back.’
‘And here was I thinking you were some kind of expert playboy,’ she teased, not knowing from where this sudden show of courage was coming.
