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“Do you, now?”
He rises off the sofa, lifting me with him. My legs wrap around his waist as we sail through my small home. He kicks the bedroom door behind him. Seconds later, there’s a scratch of indignation. Trace never likes closed doors. But neither of us cares.
“I think I need you.”
Those light blue eyes are warm. Any ice has melted. The door is closed, his hair in a disarray, and he doesn’t look nearly so controlled.
It’s my turn to caress his cheek. The rough stubble presses the pad of my thumb like a million tiny pinpricks.
He’s a bastion of strength that brings out a confusion of impulses and reactions. But the overarching one I feel is need. Desire. My lips press against the dip in his clavicle. I feel his chest expand with the intake of air. His hands cup my ass, and he brings me up hard against him, lifting my heels off the ground.
The tip of my nose brushes along the side of his neck. He smells of Jack’s shower soap, a mixture of rosemary and mint. He most likely shaved this morning, but coarse, dark growth covers his jaw. I stand higher, on the tips of my toes, and brush up against the soft curve of his ear. I lean forward, my hands captured, pressed against his chest, and I take the tender skin in my teeth.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” he asks.
“No.” I inch back, enough that our eyes can meet. “I think I need you, too.”
“You have on too many clothes.”
I press my lips to his while I reach down to his waist. As if reaching downward is an incendiary action, his kiss deepens and his hand slips beneath my pajama pants to my bare ass. He backs me up until my thighs hit the bed. He breaks the kiss, and I’m panting, but there’s a heaviness in the air that slows his movements. He tugs on my shirt, and I raise my arms. It’s gone. I’m not wearing a bra, and the rough pad of his thumb rubs my nipple. I close my eyes, absorbing his heat against my cool, tender skin. He kisses along my neck, his rough growth digging against my throat, burning, while his hands grip my waistband and push down, sending my sweats and panties to my ankles.
He centers his hot gaze on me as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. His pants and briefs quickly follow. With our clothes removed, he steps closer until we are skin to skin. His erection presses against my belly. The skin is smooth, but he’s oh so hard.
He pushes the comforter and sheets back from where I’d already turned the covers for him, making room for us both.
“Lay down.”
I do as I’m told.
“Spread your legs.”
Again, I do as asked, knowing full well he can see every bit of me. He lifts my arms, placing them over my head.
“Keep them there.”
He can see my need, my desire. He gets up onto the bed, and the whole frame creaks with his weight. The mattress sinks. He takes my nipple into his mouth, and his tongue swirls and sucks, pulling to the threshold of pain. My back arches as he positions himself between my legs.
He swipes his tip through my center. A low growl escapes. The savage noise elicits a sense of urgency.
“Please.”
He raises his head, his attention diverted from watching his tease, and pushes in as I hold his gaze. He fills me, stretching me, slowly. I tilt my head back as my body takes all of him, my mouth open, sucking in air, but never letting those light blue irises out of sight.
He rocks into me, and my hips rise to meet him. He braces against one arm, and the muscle bulges, while he cups my jaw with his other hand, his hips ever so slowly lifting and plunging.
“God, I needed this.” His drops his head, and his pace quickens. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?”
“I want to touch you.”
“Do it.”
My nails scratch against the firm planes of his back, over his smooth, muscular ass, pulling him into me, as if I can take more of him, as if we can somehow be closer than we are.
The bed creaks, and with each shove of his hips, the headboard slams against the wall.
Bang. Bang.
He slows, backing off, a slow smile spreading on his lips.
