His hands moved down her body, tearing at her T-shirt like it was nothing more than tissue paper. When her breasts finally sprang free, he wasted no time. He cupped one in each hand, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over them.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured right before his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking and licking until she was writhing beneath him.
He removed her sweatpants, then ripped her panties off with a single tug, exposing her to him. He paused to admire her, his cock twitching at the sight of her. Then he slid his hand down her body, between her legs and moved his finger along her slit.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. He moved down her body with open mouth kisses until he had his face between her legs. He leaned down, his tongue dragging a slow, torturous path along her slit to her clitoris, making her moan.
“Rawley, please.” She reached for his belt buckle, unhooking it, then unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. When her hand moved inside his boxer briefs and wrapped around his cock, he had to clench his jaw to keep from coming. Just the soft touch of her hand was enough to throw him over. “I’m impressed,” she said as she moved her hand along his hard length, making him groan.
She started to push his jeans down, but he stopped her, to remove his wallet, and placed it on the nightstand, then he got off the bed and stripped off his clothes in no time.
“Rawley, you’re amazing,” she whispered as she stared at his hard cock.
He climbed up between her legs, kissed her lips, and reached for the condom. She took it from him, ripped it open, then rolled it down over him.
Rawley pressed his lips to hers, then inched into her, burying himself to the hilt slowly, then he moved against her. When she moved her hips in rhythm with his, he clenched his jaw, hoping he wouldn’t embarrass himself. She moaned, her walls clamping down around him like a vice. He waited to give her time to adjust, but when she wrapped her legs around his waist, he pulled out and slammed back in, making her wrap her arms around his neck.
Rawley wanted this to last, but she was too tight, too hot, and felt too fucking good, and he knew he wouldn’t. Their moans filled the room as he drove her closer to the edge.
He could feel her clenching around him and knew she was close. Her gasps filled the air, until she came, crying out his name.
He followed her over. Placing his lips on hers, he groaned into her mouth as his own orgasm claimed him.
They both tried to catch their breath as Rawley rolled onto his back, pulling her close to him.
“I’ll be right back,” Rawley said after a few minutes, then rose from the rumpled bed. He crossed the floor, paused to flick on the light, then slipped inside, closing the door with a soft click.
****
Skylar pressed a palm to her chest, trying to still her racing heart. “Oh, my God!” she breathed into the silence, the sheets rustling around her. Every nerve buzzed with pleasure. “Good? Try fantastic.” A flush warmed her cheeks. She yearned to call Ryan, to share the thrill, but she knew she couldn’t. With a sigh of contentment, she peeled back the comforter, its downy weightcomforting against her heated skin, and slid deeper into the softness.
Moments later, the door swung open again, and Rawley appeared in a pool of golden light. The light from the nightstand caught the width of his sculpted shoulders, the solid pecs, and biceps. Her eyes slid lower as she bit her lip when she looked at his six-pack stomach. Oh, Lord, that happy trail leading from his bellybutton down to...there. Skylar’s breath caught. To call him ‘built’ would be an understatement.
He lifted the sheet, the fabric whispering against his warm skin, and slipped beneath its folds. He rolled onto his side, propping his head on one elbow and gazed into her eyes.
“You’re blushing,” he murmured, voice low.
“Stop,” she replied, though she couldn’t stop the heat throbbing in her face.
He chuckled, as his hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her temple. “That was amazing.”
She traced the fine hairs at his wrist. “Yes, it was.”
He shifted closer, kissing her collarbone. “You’reamazing.”
Her pulse skipped. “Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you at Dewey’s?”
“You wanted to fuck my brains out?” He raised an eyebrow.
Skylar laughed. “That was the second thing.”
Rawley shook his head with amusement. “Number one?”
“That you knew how to make a woman feel special.” She traced circles on his forearm.
He frowned. “How’d I do that?”
“When that brunette talked to you, all your focus was on her, as if she were the only person in the bar.”
