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Besides, I have a thing for bling. It’s my signature style at all the events and parties I host at my resort.
“Wow,” Bran says, his breath rushing out as his gaze rakes up and down my nearly bare body. “And I thought you looked good in a ski outfit…”
“So, you’re a fan of lingerie?” I bite my lip and arch my back, loving the feel of his eyes on me. He looks like he wants to devour me whole, but not in a creepy, objectifying way. I feel beautiful, powerful, and sexy as hell.
“A huge fan.” He casts a quick glance down to the massive erection I’m so excited about I can barely contain myself. “As you can probably tell.”
I hold his gaze, my grin stretching wider. “Oh, I can tell. And I have so many plans for you and that gorgeous cock. You’d better get back in this bed, posthaste.”
“If you insist,” he says, somehow managing to smolder and look adorable at the same time before he dives back onto the bed.
I giggle as he rolls me beneath him again, utterly charmed.
I’m charmed by his enthusiasm and sweetness, by his gentleness as he discovers what I like, and his confidence as he gives me exactly what I ask for.
He pulls my hair like he did at the pub, holding me captive as his lips and teeth tease down the column of my throat, setting my nerve endings on fire. I squirm beneath him, clawing at his shoulders as he whisks my bra away and devotes the full force of his considerable erotic skill to worshipping my nipples.
I’ve never thought my nipples were all that sensitive before, at least not compared to what I’ve heard from friends and read in books, but it’s like Bran awakens neural pathways I didn’t realize I possessed. He licks and sucks and bites, varying his pressure and approach until I’m half mad with wanting him and my heart feels like it’s beating between my legs.
“More,” I beg, reaching down to stroke his cock, groaning as I feel the pre-come gathering on his tip.
“Greedy girl,” he murmurs, kneeing my thighs wider and demanding, “lift your hips,” in a bossy voice that makes the throbbing, aching, needing situation even worse.
He slips one of my small, decorative pillows under my bottom, angling my hips up into the air high enough that I have a perfect view as he grips his cock in his fist and guides the end to my clit. He holds my gaze as he rubs the slick end of him in circles on my center and I nearly have an out-of-body experience.
I also, nearly come, but bite my lip and push the rising wave away. “Inside,” I gasp. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”
“Condom?” he asks. “I have one in my wallet.”
I wince and squirm beneath him again, so desperate I can barely think straight. “I’m allergic to latex actually and out of the other kind of condoms. But I’m covered for birth control and cootie free, so if you—” My words end in a husky cry as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts forward.
I wrap my legs around his hips and arch into him, welcoming every thick, throbbing inch. He’s bigger than any guy I’ve been with in years, but there’s no discomfort.
I’m so wet, he slides in without a hint of resistance.
“I’m clean,” he says, kissing me softly as he comes to a stop with every inch buried inside me. “It’s been a long time for me.” He swallows, his throat working as he adds in a softer voice, “So forgive me if I don’t last too long the first time? I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have anything to make up to me,” I say, holding his gaze as he pulls back and sinks into me again, making fireworks explode across the surface of my skin. I thread my fingers into his hair, shifting my hips as he pulls back again, matching his slow, sexy rhythm. “You’re incredible.”
“And you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in years,” he says, making my heart ache right along with the rest of me.
Damn, he’s good. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way—so turned on and emotionally connected at the same time. Usually, I hold men at a distance for a while, especially men who are only going to be around for a night or two. I’ve had decent luck with dating compared to my girlfriends, but I know better than to let myself be too vulnerable with a stranger.
It’s a good way to get real hurt, real fast.
But I can’t imagine this man hurting me. Even when he’s pulling my hair and fucking me hard enough to make my breasts bounce on my chest, there’s something kind about him. I know if I asked him to stop, he’d do so in a heartbeat, but I’m not about to do something stupid like that.
In fact, I’m going to do the exact opposite.
“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” I say, clawing my nails into the thick muscles of his ass as the tension swirling low in my body reaches the tipping point.
“Never,” he growls, his fist tightening in my hair. “Never going to stop fucking you. This is what I do now. All I do. Fuck, Kay, you’re so tight and wet on my cock I’m losing my damned mind.”
I make a keening, celebratory sound I’ve never heard before and come like a dying star. For a second, I’m pretty sure I literally turn into a black hole and suck every bit of joy and light in the world into my core. I sparkle and sizzle and shatter into a million glittery pieces only to spiral out again as I feel Bran begin to come inside me.
The sounds he makes as he comes—groans and husky curse words growled into my ear—are sweetly filthy, the perfect end to the perfect one-night stand.
“But it’s late afternoon,” I mumble after, as we’re catching our breath, side by side, staring at my ceiling like shell-shocked sex soldiers.
