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She bit her lip. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch. He wasn’t bulky, but the muscles were lean and defined, the kind that came from hard work and steady exercise. His abs rippled beneath her touch, and an arrow of dark hair pointed her gaze to the bulge in his jeans.
He was big.
Her throat went dry. She licked her lips, but it didn’t help the dryness.
He unbuttoned his pants, his eyes never leaving her face, and pushed them and his boxers down in one efficient move, stepping out of them. He stood before her, naked and unashamed, his erection jutting between his legs.
He was gorgeous.
He was perfect.
And he was all hers.
She watched as he pulled a condom from his jeans pocket and rolled it on. She wanted to wrap her hand around his cock and drive him to the edge of insanity as he had her. She wanted to run her fingers over all that hard muscle on his chest and trace the ridges of his abdomen. Wanted to grab hold of his shoulders and pull him to her and kiss him senseless while he plunged deep into her.
She needed him.
She needed this.
She needed him in her, on her, around her.
She needed him to fill her up and make her feel whole.
But she was scared.
Scared of the intensity of her desire, scared of being out of control. She was afraid that she wouldn’t know what to do, that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. That she would disappoint him.
He must have seen her fear because he stepped forward and cupped her face. “You are safe with me. You will always be safe with me. We can go as slow as you want. We can take all the time you need.”
He kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes. His words washed over her, calming her fear and emboldening her need.
Trembling with fear and anticipation, she clutched his shoulders and drew him down to the couch on top of her. “I want this. I want you.”
He propped himself up on his arms and cradled her head in his hands, his fingers sifting through her hair at her temples as he smiled at her, tender and sweet. “I’ll be gentle, Vee.”
His hands were warm on her hips as he adjusted their position and settled himself between her legs. He sank into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. She gasped at the intrusion, her body tensing around his.
He stilled, and his eyes searched hers. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, and as her body adjusted to his, a spark ignited inside her. She lifted her hip experimentally, and he hissed out a breath, dropping his head to her shoulder. He began to move, slow and deep, and she let out a low moan that surprised her.
He grinned. “That’s it. Let go. Let it all go.”
And she did. She let go of her fear and doubt and let herself feel. Feel the pleasure that was radiating through her body. Feel the pleasure of him inside her, moving with her, pushing her to the edge. Feel the warmth spreading through her, bringing her higher and higher. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries as his thrusts grew in intensity. His hands roamed her body as if he couldn’t stop touching her, exploring her curves as if he were trying to memorize her.
This was what she had been missing. This was the connection she’d been craving. This was life, love, passion, and pleasure wrapped up in one perfect moment.
And she never wanted it to end.
chapter twenty-seven
Connelly stopped moving to watch her orgasm, even as his entire being screamed that he fuck and claim and devour her, make her his so that no other man would dare touch her again. But he resisted, held back, gentled his movements and his touch, determined to make it special for her. To make sure she felt safe and cherished.
He watched as the orgasm slowly faded and her breathing returned to normal. Satisfaction flooded through him. He’d done that. He’d given her that pleasure.
He wanted to remember this moment—the way she looked when she let go, the way she clamped down on him when he was inside her, the way she tasted when he kissed her. He wanted to remember it all so he could keep it with him always.
He started to move again, pushing into her with long, slow strokes that allowed her to ride out the tail of the orgasm for as long as possible. She was so responsive, her body quivering around him every time he filled her, gripping him tightly and pulling him deeper. His cock ached, but he ground his teeth and fought the release. He’d waited too long for this for it to be over in minutes. He wanted to last, to give her every bit of pleasure he could before he let himself go.
