“You’re lonely, I’m lonely, we have needs we can fulfill for each other.” Reengaging last night’s seduction mode, I sauntered over slowly and dropped to my knees to untie and remove the boots he’d just gone to the trouble of lacing up. He didn’t try to stop me, didn’t move away or protest, so I focused on my task as the heat of his gaze warmed my entire body. Since men are visual creatures, I took my time removing his boots and socks, letting him get an eyeful of my nakedness.
His attention was a major turn on, and by the time I finished, my nipples were pebbled, and he had quite the bulge tenting his jeans. I stood, and his gaze followed me. My breasts were inches from his face, but he valiantly forced his attention on my eyes. He really was a good person.
Thankfully, I wasn’t.
And I needed this. The adoration in his eyes, the way he clenched his fists to keep from touching me, the sight of his tongue sweeping across his lips in anticipation all made me feel valued while soothing away the verbal beating I’d taken from Levi. My cousin was wrong. I did connect with people, just not the way everyone else did. The connection I needed was more primal and completely physical.
Sex was the perfect solution since no messy and unnecessary feelings had to be involved.
“You sure you want to go down this road, Mila?” Hound asked. “With me?” His voice was deeper, huskier, tickling something within me. It offered pleasure and promised fulfilment. But his question made it clear he needed a little ego boost to help him understand his own greatness. I could help him with that.
“You said we’d talk about it when I was sober,” I replied.
“This doesn’t look like talking.”
“Nope. This looks like two consenting adults having a good time.” I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it upward.
Wincing, he raised his arms. A twinge of guilt stung at me as I gently pulled the fabric over his head. Tossing his shirt aside, I took in an eyeful. Broad shoulders, well-defined pectorals, tight abs with the perfect spattering of short, dark curls. No man should ever cover up such an incredible torso. My fingers itched to explore every hard ridge and dark strand.
His eyes were full of questions. I let my gaze dip down to take in his body before licking my lips in approval. “Stand please,” I said.
He shifted, rising in front of me.
Damn.
I had no idea how someone who had a body like Hound could be so self-conscious. His body was every bit as glorious as I’d imagined. The V leading down into his low-riding jeans whispered secrets and made promises I was all too willing to explore. I undid the button on his jeans and slowly tugged down his zipper.
Hound sucked in a breath. The bulge in the front of his jeans twitched. Sliding his jeans down over his hips, I let them fall to the floor and focused on his boxer briefs. I tugged the elastic waistband down to free his cock. Thick, heavy, long, it bounced free.
Dropping back to my knees, I met his gaze.
His eyes searched mine, “Are you sure you want this?”
More than wanting it, I needed it. I’d been through so much, and I needed to feel desired again. I needed pleasure and comfort and passion. I needed the art of the act. The emotions, the beauty. I needed the connection. I gripped his cock in my hand, giving him a little squeeze as my tongue swiped at the tip.
His eyelids fluttered closed and he let out a low moan.
His enjoyment fueled my own. “Yes,” I whispered. “Positive.”
Spreading my lips over the swollen head of his cock, I took him deep into my throat, relishing in the way his velvety skin felt sliding over my tongue.
He hissed out a curse.
I pulled away, and then took him even deeper, palming his balls.
“Goddamn.”
Every hitch of his breath, every swear, every shudder, it all fed me. Sucking his cock, I slid it over my tongue again.
Opening his eyes, Hound withdrew. I reached for him again, but he grabbed me beneath my arms and pulled me to my feet. The strain couldn’t have been good for his injured back, but his eyes were heavy with lust, not pain, as his lips met mine. The kiss started out soft and tentative, almost an introduction. He slid his tongue against the seam of my lips, silently requesting permission. I let him in as my hand found his cock and gave him an encouraging squeeze. Exploring my mouth with his tongue, he sucked the air from my lungs and pressed me flat against him. Hot, hard muscles met my cool, soft chest as he devoured my mouth. Hound was passion unleashed. Everywhere we touched, I burned for him. By the time he released my lips, I was panting heavily, my core was on fire, and my pussy was dripping.
It was the most heated kiss I’d ever experienced.
Gripping my hand, he led me to the bed. I slid beneath the covers, lying on my back and welcoming whatever he wanted to do to me.
His expression softened as his gaze once again held mine. “You’re so damn beautiful. Are you sure about this?”
He thought I was offering a gift, when I was merely seeking a transaction, giving him something he wanted in exchange for what I needed. “You have no idea how hot you are, Hound. Of course, I’m sure. Condoms are in the nightstand drawer right there.”
