“Tell me you don’t feel something for me, and I’ll put distance between us. Tell me the very thought of being away from me doesn’t drive you crazy like it does for me, and I’ll never touch you like this again.” His hands delicately moved higher, grazing my body until they settled at my hips.
My breaths came out in an unsteady stream. The thought of his hands letting me go, of distance, sat too heavy on my chest. The dagger clattered to the floor as my muscles lost all their strength. One of his hands slid up, grabbing the back of my neck in a dominant, commanding hold.
“Tell me,” he whispered, a man on the edge.
“I…can’t.” I laid the truth bare, exposing just how much I wanted him.
He pulled me down until my lips collided with his. They were soft, yet strong, just the way I’d imagined. My body spoke a language of its own, pressing myself unabashedly against him. His hands roamed, his fingers sinking into my skin, my hips, my ass. When he lifted his hips, forcing those intimate parts of us together with delicious pressure, his hardening bulge showed me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I hummed in primal satisfaction.
That sound unleashed something in him. Next thing I knew, I was on my back with him on top. I spread my legs wide, letting him settle naturally between them, encouraging him. An invitation for more because I was heady with need. The strong prod from his desire only fueled my own. My hands exploredwithout restraint, searching and greedy to take him in, his muscled chest, his shoulders, his silken hair. Somehow I could feel my aching heart fusing back together.
He removed his shirt, revealing an expanse of rich dark skin marred with scars. I ran my fingers through the dusting of hair along his defined pecs, drinking in his masculinity. Slowly, I dragged my touch down the impressive lattice of muscles over his abdomen. His breathing hitched at my intimate perusal, but not a trace of impatience was found. My gaze snagged on the dark hair that ran in a line beneath the waist of his pants. A stripe on his human form.
I bit my bottom lip, and he growled, the vibration shooting through my fingers and down to my very core. Our gazes locked, and out of desperation I begged, “Take my pants off.”
With one mighty tug, even my panties were at my ankles. I expected it to be over quickly, but he changed up the pace. He held my calf, sliding the pant leg off my foot with tantalizing slowness.
Almost out of worship, he pressed a kiss to the top of my foot, then repeated the action with the next. I let him, watching him move masterfully, the muscles over his stomach and ribs flexing and twisting with each movement. His eyes feasted on every exposed inch of my skin until they settled at my sex.
He didn’t break his stare, and when he stroked his length through his pants, I melted, letting my fingers dip between my thighs. His brown eyes flared as he worked to free himself. My mind hadn’t conjured what awaited at the end of that sensuous trail, but it wouldn’t have done him justice if I’d tried.
The sight of his cock, emerging from a flourish of dark hair, primed and hard with his intention solely focused on me, made me so wet I thought I might drip on his bedding. Using the pads of my fingers, I circled the sensitive area at my peak that throbbed. I did it to tease him, but found it feeling so muchbetter than I anticipated, staring at this gorgeous man before me with desire dripping from his eyes and beading on his cock. He fisted himself and dragged his gaze to my face.
“You’re a fucking goddess.”
I laughed, recalling our first interaction on the road. But the dedicated attention pouring from his gaze replaced any amusement with rising tension. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever exposed myself to someone who beheld me with such awe. A time when I hadn’t wanted to hide in the shadows during a purely physical, lust filled attraction.
This was different.
He prowled over me, caging me in. My hands moved to his waist because now that he was close, I didn’t want him to leave. He dropped his mouth to mine, but hesitated an inch above. As if he still sought my permission.
Like it wasn’t clear enough.
He brought his fingers to trail gently along the side of my neck in a caring caress. I tilted my chin, closing the space so that our lips barely grazed before I retracted and bit my lip. That teasing invitation was all he needed.
My arms looped around his neck, holding him close while our mouths worked synchronously. We kissed as if we had all the time in the world. He steadied my jaw with one hand while the other slid beneath my shirt, kneading my hip. I was the first to explore with my tongue, wanting to taste him. He met me stroke for stroke, and I whined, delirious now from how badly I wanted him inside me.
Another primal growl escaped him as he bit at my neck and dragged his tongue over the sensitive flesh. I reached between us, grabbing hold of his cock and pumping while I aligned him with my center, my patience fully expired.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
His slick tip met my wet entrance, and the world faded away. Every worry, every care other than the craving my body had for his, ceased to exist. He pushed inside, and my jaw fell open. The feel of him was exquisite. Our eyes met and I nodded feverishly, fearing I might actually crumble to pieces if he didn’t fill me right this second. He rested his forehead against mine and sank deeper. My nails dug into his shoulders as my body accommodated.
I didn’t know what word came out of me, if it was a word at all and not just some mashed up collection of sounds. He kissed me fiercely, like he wanted to consume it.
Our tongues waged war, hot breath and teeth adding to the arsenal. He slowly withdrew, precise and controlled, then angled his hips and slid in again. He set the pace, and I melted into his every move. A week’s worth of stress seeped out of me, replaced by a warm feeling in my chest and the driving need to go faster, harder.
I broke our kiss, hands intertwining in his hair to say, “Take me like you want me.” The fire in my eyes communicated I didn’t mean gently.
Dae moved with razor sharp speed to readjust us, his hand finding the underside of my thigh. He shoved my leg up, pinning it over my ribs. I became breathless, not from discomfort, but from the way he took charge. Now I was beneath him, athismercy, helpless to do anything other than take what he wanted to give.
And gods did I want him to give me everything he had.
He slammed into me with animalistic force. My vision blurred, and I gripped the sheets for purchase. “Yes!” Why had we waited so long? Too many wasted opportunities.
“Gods, you feel so perfect,” he said, watching his slow withdrawal now shining from my desperation. Then he rammed into me again.
I think I muttered a string of agreements. His hips rolled with gliding ease like waves on the ocean. The curve of his cock fed into me perfectly at this angle, and he thrust in and out with hurried strokes. The mounting sensation took over like a cresting tsunami, and it was all I could do to remember to breathe.
