Hands on her hips, he backed her toward the bedroom. His heart hammered in his chest as he peppered kisses across her cheek and down her neck, breathing in her scent again once he reached her hair. With so much uncertainty, he needed to lose himself in the one thing he knew was real.
“Are you sure?” He paused to nudge the bedroom door open with his foot.
In typical Mallory fashion, instead of answering him she began undressing him. She tugged his shirt up until he pulled it the rest of the way over his head and then made a move for his belt. He smiled against her lips as she fumbled with his belt.
“Slow down, Bunny.”
Once they reached the bed, he returned his hands to her face and kissed her slowly, pouring out everything he couldn’t find the words to say. Her mouth was eager against his, but he kept things slow, savoring her taste; willing himself to live in the moment. He dropped to his knees and looked up at her as he slid her pants over her hips and down her legs. She gripped hisshoulders for balance as she stepped out and the raw emotion in her eyes as she looked down nearly shredded him.
He remained on his knees and gently caressed the back of her thighs, resting his forehead against her leg as he closed his eyes and tried to gather himself. His breath hitched when he felt her shiver against him. What was she doing to him? He stood, moving his hands up her body as he went, and sealed his mouth to hers.
“Touch me.” He’d removed the rest of his clothing and made his way to the center of the bed.
Without any hesitation she straddled him and rested her hands on his chest for support. She looked down at him as if she was unsure what to do now that she was there. Chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes lingered on his face.
“Touch me,” he repeated.
Her soft hands moved slowly down his chest and to his stomach, heating his skin every place she touched. His breath caught when she swiped the patch of flesh below his navel. Her eyes snapped to his, both heated and unsure. She licked her lips, and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep from grabbing her hips and setting her on his cock. He closed his eyes to regain control, before returning his gaze to hers.
She never looked as perfect as she did right now; the steady rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing grew heavy. He did place his hands on her hips, but he didn’t reposition her. He did some touching of his own, skimming his hands up her body and toward her breasts. She shivered and her nipples hardened under his gaze.
“What are you doing to me?” he breathed.
Her lips tugged into a ghost of a smile before she leaned forward and covered his lips with hers. Her tongue teased at his lips until he let her in, groaning as she explored his mouth. She only broke the kiss long enough to move to his neck, carefullylicking and sucking her way to his collar bone. She used the tip of her tongue to lick her way over to his shoulder, where she nipped.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
The bite went straight to his groin and that quickly, he’d reached the end of his control. He moved his hands up to her breasts and squeezed, skimming his thumbs across her nipples. She threw her head back and let out a guttural cry, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips.
She kept her eyes closed and nodded.
“Look at me,” he growled.
She opened her eyes, her blue gaze crashing to his.
“Are you ready?”
Once again, she licked her lips. She kept her eyes on his and nodded. “Yes.”
He lifted her hips and positioned her above his length. Slowly, he lowered her until he reached her entrance. She was hot, wet, and ready for him. Using his last shred of control, he slowly lowered her inch by inch, until he filled her completely. She shuddered on top of him and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Look at me. I need to see you.”
She opened her eyes, looking at him. He gripped the nape of her neck, threading his fingers through her hair, and pulled her to him. His mouth crashed against hers as he continued to grip her hip with his other hand and thrust into her. His movements began to falter with the new sensation of her on top, and he knew he wouldn’t last long in that position.
In one movement, he flipped her so she was on her back and he was looking down at her. She gasped in surprise as he thrust into her from the new angle. He was still unable to regain control, but he felt less vulnerable in this position. Her criesmatched his and he could tell she was close. With her nails in his back, she held on tight, her body trembling against his. Once again, his movements began to falter.
“Come for me,” he demanded.
She detonated around him, her core squeezing him as she shouted his name. He gripped her hair and tugged hard as he followed her to his own release, calling her name as he spilled into her. His hand trembled as he released her hair and held her face, kissing her as if his life depended on it.
Chapter 16
MALLORY
Mallory was alone when she woke up. Reaching her hand over, she felt the bed to find it was empty aside from her. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she smiled at the memories from the night before. A white sheet of paper on the nightstand caught her eye and trepidation sank heavily to the pit of her stomach.
