I leaned up on my elbows to find that he’d dropped to his knees so his head could disappear between my legs. I gasped, clawing at the down comforter on my bed while he drove me toward madness.
“Vann,” I panted as he did wicked things with his tongue and teeth.
“So fucking lovely,” he murmured against my most sensitive place.
Two of his fingers joined his mouth, reaching so deep inside me I thought I would faint. I made sounds I had never made before. And writhed like a woman who had lost her mind to sex.
His thumb found the place I needed him most at the same time he whispered, “I could watch you all day.”
Lights exploded behind my closed eyelids as every muscle in my body tightened in pleasure. The orgasm rocked through me, curling in my core before stretching to every limb. My back lifted off the bed as my knees closed around Vann’s head tight enough to crush the poor man.
When I finally came down from the experience, he was standing over me with a satisfied smile on his handsome face. “God, I love you.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head. “I love you too.”
He started to pull down his athletic pants but stopped before he got to the good part. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
And that opened up a conversation we needed to have. “I’m on birth control. Especially since, uh, it happened. I just… it’s important to me, even though I’ve been celibate for six years.”
A dark emotion crossed over his expression at the memory.
Wanting to push past it, I asked, “But have you been tested recently?”
The darkness faded into an affectionate smile. “We went over this the last time. I’ve been tested recently and I’m totally clean. You’re also clean. You assured me like ten times the first time.”
Hazy memories flickered through my mind of going above and beyond the call of duty to assure him I was good to go.
Oh, good grief. That was embarrassing. I slapped a hand over my eyes and groaned. “Now I remember.”
The sound of his pants sliding off his body and dropping to the floor had me peeling my hand away to admire the glory that was Vann Delane’s toned, gorgeous body.
Holy hell. This man was perfect.
And he was mine.
He started to move over me. I wiggled back on the bed, so we had room to… move. He followed, nipping at my breast as we went.
“You’re sure you’re okay with no condom?”
“I promise,” I whispered, anticipation and heat flooding me all over again. Hadn’t I just had an orgasm? Was I going to be greedy today?
Yes, yes I was.
He kissed me again until I couldn’t help but clamp my legs around his waist and lift my hips to meet his. I wanted this man.
I had never wanted anything more.
He slid inside me slowly, taking his time, enjoying every freaking second. We both gasped when he was fully seated, my entire body awakening to the feel and pleasure of him.
Just when I didn’t think it could feel any better, he began to move. And move. And move. We gasped for breath as he took turns with my nipple in his mouth or kissing me. My fingernails dug into his lower back as he filled me completely, pulled out and then thrust inside me again until all I could feel was him in every inch of my body.
Before I knew it, I was at the edge again, chasing that fireworks explosion he was so very good at giving me.
And then I was falling. Falling over the edge of sensation and feeling. Falling in love with him deeper and deeper and deeper. And falling right into his safe and wonderful arms.
He chased after me and I watched as his eyes slammed shut and he became the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my entire life. I knew exactly what he meant when he said he could watch me all day.
I wanted to watch him again. And again. And for the rest of my life.
