His hands slid behind her and unclasped her bra. It loosened and he swooped, taking one pebbled nipple between his lips.
Fire burned through her limbs.
Oh, God.
She cried out, her fingers digging into his flesh. He rolled her nipple with his tongue, then sucked, making her core throb. When his teeth grazed her sensitive bud, she jolted.
What was he doing to her?
With a desperation she didn’t even recognize, she guided his head back to her so she could kiss him. Sink her tongue inside his mouth and taste him again. Her fingers shook as she reached for the button of his pants. The second it was undone, she reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
The growl that released from his throat was almost primal. And it drove her to start exploring. To slide her palm up and down his length. To stroke him from base to tip.
He hung his head, dropping his temple to her neck, his shuddering breaths whispering over her skin as the muscles in his arms bunched.
Touching such a powerful man, having such an obvious effect, made her feel powerful, and need churned inside her.
She hadn’t had nearly enough time to explore him when he grabbed her wrist, stilling her.
“Jesse—”
He cut off her words with another earth-shattering kiss. His fingers went to her jeans and panties, pushing both down. Then she was completely naked beneath him, his cock between her thighs, making her heart beat faster.
But he didn’t kiss her again. Instead, he looked so intensely into her eyes that she could barely breathe. He looked at her like he could see every emotion she tried to hide. Hear every unsaid word. Like he could read every detail about her.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, warm breath whispering over her skin. “Tell me you wantme.”
She’d tried so hard to convince herself she didn’t, for so long. But now? “I do, Jesse. I want you. I don’t know how tonotwant you.”
His temple touched hers, and his eyes closed like her words pained him. Then he reached out and pulled a small foil from the bedside drawer. He tore it open with his teeth and slid the condom over himself. When he returned to her, her breathing was shallow. He was right at her entrance. And it made the throb in her lower belly intensify.
There was fear, but no doubt.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“Coming into my life and making everything better.” Then he slid inside her, and she groaned as he stretched her. Filled her. Made her his.
Jesse couldn’t breathe.He dropped his head as her walls hugged his cock.
Fuck, she was tight. Every part of him urged him to move. To lift his hips and thrust back inside her. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her. This kiss was slower. A gentle sweep of his lips against hers, then a slow swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.
He would never tire of kissing this woman. Not if he lived a hundred years and they shared a million moments just like this one.
“Mm.” Her moan had barely slipped into the air when she wrapped a leg around his waist and tugged him deeper.
He growled, his cock turning to stone.
“Move,” she whispered, nibbling his bottom lip.
He lifted his hips and thrust back down. The air whooshed from her chest, brushing over his face, making his skin burn.
He lifted and thrust again, his mouth falling to her neck and sucking. Even her skin tasted sweet. And it made him want to devour her. Spend hours tasting every inch of her.
He continued to move, to lift in and out of her. When he found her breast again, he swiped her nipple back and forth with the pad of his thumb before rolling it in a circle. He was rewarded by more sweet fucking moans.
Her nails scratched down, then back up his arms before she grasped his shoulders, like she needed him as her anchor as much as he needed her to be his.
