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Maybe deep down, some part of Creed knew that, too.
My heart hammering, I lift my hand and smooth it across his chest, along the ridges of his abs, and down that delicious little V before wrapping my fingers around his erection, stroking him.
“Jesus,” he exhales, closing his eyes, face tight, breathing ragged.
Encouraged by his response, I move my hand along his length, thumb spreading the bit of pre-cum that’s escaped his tip. I edge toward him, peppering kisses to his chest before dragging my tongue along his warm skin.
I increase my motions, about to lower myself to my knees when he grips my wrist, forcing me to drop my grip on him, and growls, “Stop.”
I dart my confused eyes toward his, cheeks heating. “Was I doing it wrong?” I lower my head. “I get I don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing. I just thought—”
“Look at me, Esme.”
Unable to deny him, I slowly lift my gaze to his. He releases my wrist to cup my face, his gaze filled with admiration.
“You weren’t doing it wrong.” A smile teases his lips as he adjusts his stance, his erection brushing against my stomach. “In fact, you were doing it too well.” He lowers his mouth to mine. “So well that if I let you keep going, I would have come in your hand. And I can’t have that. Not when I’m so desperate to bury my cock deep inside you.”
My god, this man and his bedroom talk. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of it. Will think back to all the wanton and needy words he whispered to me for the rest of my life.
He crushes his lips against mine, and I moan, overcome with the combination of his words and the feel of his body surrounding mine.
“There it is,” he croons as he walks me backward a few steps toward the bed. “The sound that drives me fucking crazy.”
His hand on my back, he lowers me onto the mattress before settling between my legs. When he does, I whimper, his erection pressed against my heat making me pant with need. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, the scratching of his jawline against me driving me wild. Then he pulls back, eyes meeting mine.
“Are you sure about this?” The sincerity in his voice is a complete change from his wanton declarations mere moments ago.
“Creed, we’re both naked and your dick is less than a breath away from thrusting into me.” I laugh nervously. “I think it’s too late to ask if I’m sure about this. Changing my mind now would just be cruel.”
“I don’t care about that.” His fingers brush a tendril of hair behind my ear, his touch achingly tender. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. That you’re not ready for. It’s not too late to change your mind, Esme. Even if I’m inside you and it’s too much, you can still change your mind.”
“Do you want me to change my mind?”
“Fuck no,” he replies without a moment’s hesitation. “Don’t you feel how desperate I am for you?” He brings his erection up to me, teasing me. The feel of him on my clit causes a jolt of electricity in my core, my skin on fire.
I grab the back of his head, forcing his lips to mine. “Then stop procrastinating and fuck me, Creed. This is my choice. And I can’t remember ever wanting anything as much as I want this.” I wrap my legs around him, slowly circling my hips. “I can’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as I want you.”
Groaning, he deepens the kiss, but keeps it short, pulling back to stand. He picks up his jeans and fishes a condom out of his wallet.
“Was this your plan all along, Lieutenant Lawson?” I prop myself up on my elbows, half joking, half serious.
“Sorry to say it wasn’t. I usually keep a few condoms on me in case Anders—”
“Say no more,” I interject, not wanting to bring my brother into this. Not wanting a reminder of one of the reasons we shouldn’t do this.
He’s about to rip open the packet, but pauses, arching a single brow, silently asking me one more time if I’m sure. I don’t even hesitate in nodding. His eyes locked with mine, he tears the packet and rolls on the condom. Then he returns to me, expression calm as he brings his erection to my entrance, easing his tip just inside.
At that first hint of pressure, I inhale sharply, a flash of trepidation overcoming me.
“You okay?” Creed asks.
I close my eyes and nod, reminding myself I want this. That I need this. That I deserve this. Deserve to make one decision for myself, despite any apprehension about how much it will hurt. And that’s all this is. I want to do this with Creed. I just know it’s going to be painful. But if there’s anyone who will do everything to make sure it’s not, it’s this man.
“Words, Esme.” He feathers his mouth against mine. “I need to know you’re okay. No closing your eyes or giving me the silent treatment. Like I told you. I refuse to do anything you don’t want me to.”
I draw in a deep breath, returning my gaze to his. “I’m okay. Just… Do it.”
He straightens. “You sure?”
