A growl escaped Hone as her eyes closed yet again. How he knew they were shut, she had no idea.
“You taste good. Love your scent.” Her juices coated his chin, shone in the late afternoon daylight as he licked his lips. “Is it me or is it getting hot in here?” He straightened and jerked off his T-shirt.
She’d seen his tattoos before—the tribal twist going up one arm and the snarling dragon on his back, but now she had a right to touch those inky scrawls.
“Let me explore your tattoos.”
“Soon,” he agreed, and she got the impression he was pleased with her request.
He bent again to lick between her legs, this time with skill and purpose. A low level buzz started at her core and slowly radiated upward in a wave. It kept coming and coming, and when he slid two fingers deep into her channel, twisting them a fraction, he hit the perfect spot and she exploded, the force of that wave crashing over her, consuming her, wrecking her and spoiling her for every other man.
Her muscles turned limp.
“Those pretty eyes are closed again.”
She forced them open and found him grinning at her. “Your eyes are red.” His pupils elongated and it was like looking at an alien creature. Sure her mind was playing tricks, she blinked and when she studied him again, he appeared normal. Just those freaky red-brown irises, smoldering at her and banked full of passion.
“Red eyes, huh? How bad is your sight?” Humor lurked on his features, his full, sexy mouth quirking as if he held back a laugh—one of those rich belly laughs. A lusty all-is-right-in-my-day laugh.
“Shush. Let me up. I want to explore you.”
“Don’t think so.” He dug around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom, which he set aside to fling off his footwear and the last of his clothes.
His body…it was fantastic. She’d seen him at the beach after swimming, with beads of water glistening on his sculpted chest and abs. This time she got the whole picture and a man comfortable in his own body. His cock stood to attention, full and big enough for her to wish her sight wasn’t blurry around the edges.
“My turn,” she said when she realized he was grinning again. A hard blink did nothing to zap away the redness. Made her wonder if she was about to fuck with the devil.
He barked out a laugh.
“Um, did I say that out loud?”
“Yep. I promise you, sweetheart. I’m not from hell, and all I want right now is to fuck you and give us both pleasure. Sound good?”
“Yes.” A whisper-soft affirmation.
He ripped open the foil packet and rolled on the condom. “Spread those legs again, sweetheart. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
She never hesitated and thanked the gods who’d whispered she should take extra care with personal grooming.
“Yep, pretty,” he said, his red gaze raking her sex. He crawled onto the bed and caged her within his arms and body. “Put me inside you, sweetheart. I want to feel you gripping my cock.”
Cassie chewed her bottom lip and didn’t move. “I’d rather touch.”
“Later,” he promised. “Guide me.”
Masculine determination. Smokin’ hot body. Freaky red stare.
She wanted him, needed him so much. Her hand trembled as she reached between them to grip his shaft. He lined up against her entrance and pushed until the flared head stretched her.
He cursed softly. “I knew this would be good. It’s also gonna be fast this first time. Okay?”
Her channel flexed around his cock head, wringing a tortured groan from him.
“Take me,” she whispered and it came out throaty and suggestive. “I’m all yours.”
He mumbled something—a bit like,I hope you mean that—then he was sliding into her wetness, stretching her inner muscles and firing her sex to red-alert. She hadn’t thought she could climax again. Two quick strokes as Hone seated himself disabused her of that supposition. She clutched his shoulders, falling into rhythm with him and reach, reach, reaching for her second greedy orgasm.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her ear. “Feels so good, so fuckin’ good being inside you. I could do this all day.” One hand reached up to thumb her nipple and the sharp tweak of pain jumped to her clit in a fast echo of pleasure.
