He lays me down on his big bed, and I yank him down with me. The solid, heavy weight of him settling between my thighs feels far too right. His hips roll again, and my nails dig into his shoulders, urging him closer. He braces himself on one forearm, the other hand sliding up my side to cup my breast through myshirt, and his thumb brushes over my nipple until it’s a tight peak. The fabric is in the way, and I want it gone. Now.
“You can tell me to stop.” His lips smooth a trail along my jaw, and I gasp when he sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth. “Tell me all the reasons this is the worst fucking idea in the world.”
“Can’t think of a single one.” I fist his shirt, rip it over his head…and hello, muscles. My hands trace the sharp planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs. I lean up and drag my tongue across the faint scar on his collarbone, tasting salt and skin and Felix. He shudders, hips jerking against mine. “Zero fucks to give about bad ideas, Felix. Zero.”
He growls, which I love, and then his hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my skin, mapping me like he’s been waiting for this moment forever. My shirt’s gone in a blink, and my bra quickly follows, flung across the room with a flick of his wrist. His eyes go dark, almost black, as he drinks me in, cataloging every inch.
He presses open-mouthed kisses along my throat, down the slope of one breast, until his mouth closes over my nipple. I bow off the bed with a broken moan, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there. But he doesn’t seem in any hurry to move on. He sucks hard, then uses his tongue to soothe me with slow, wet circles. The sensation makes my head spin, and my hips arch up to meet his in a silent plea.
“Felix—”
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers, switching sides to give the other breast the same treatment. His fingers roll the abandoned nipple between them until I’m writhing. “The way you say my name, like you’re begging and bossing me around all at once.”
His hand slides down my belly, and his fingers dip beneath my waistband to tease the edge of my panties. He traces the lace, then slips beneath it, finding me slick and ready. One finger slides through my folds, and I jolt with a sharp cry of pleasure. “Christ, you’re soaked. This started downstairs, right?”
The intensity of his gaze is both shocking and somehowfreeing because I can tell how much he likes it. And I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed. “Since the moment you touched me,” I admit, voice shaky.
“Say it again.”
I draw in a slow breath. “Make me.”
His smile remains boyish, but his laugh is pure sin. “Challenge accepted, sweetheart.”
He draws my leggings and panties down my legs, then tosses them aside and spreads me wide. His broad shoulders force my thighs apart, and he just looks. And looks some more. It’s like he’s starving, and I’m the buffet. I squirm under his scrutiny, hands fluttering to cover myself.
“Don’t you dare.” He catches my wrists with one hand while his other trails down my body, fingers skimming over my breasts and stomach and the curve of my hip. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of one thigh. “Every damn inch of you is beautiful.”
Then—oh, God—his mouth is on me. His tongue drags up my slit in one long, filthy lick. A low moan escapes my lips, and my fingers grip the sheets. He hums out his approval, the vibration making my clit throb.
“Fuck, you taste better than I remembered,” he mutters, voice muffled against me.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he explores with broad strokes, then focused flicks, then suction that makes my vision go hazy at the edges. Two thick fingers slide inside, curling to reach a spot that turns my spine to liquid. He adds a third, stretching me open, and I whimper at the fullness, hips bucking to meet his hand.
“Felix, please.”
“That’s right,” he practically purrs as his fingers pump faster, that talented tongue brushing my clit in tight, perfect circles. “I need to feel you come on my tongue, Piper. I want you dripping down my chin.”
His wicked words add to the pleasure swirling through me like a windstorm. Pressure builds and coils in my belly, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth and crooks his fingers in the exact right way, I shatter.
I come hard, and I can’t stop my thighs from clamping around his head. My back arches off the bed as a million sparkles shimmer behind my eyes. He continues licking, sucking, and finger-fucking me through the aftershocks. I’m a trembling mess, and I gasp his name like it’s the only word I’ve ever heard. The orgasm rolls into a second one before he finally pulls back, pressing one last kiss to my inner thigh.
When he crawls back up my body, lips shiny with me, his smug cat-got-the-cream grin is infuriatingly hot. Or maybe the orgasms have blown away all my good sense. Either way, he kisses me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and it’s so earthy and raw, I could come again just from that.
“Still think this is a bad idea?” he asks, voice supremely self-satisfied.
“The worst.” I smile against his lips, reaching into his shorts and boxers to wrap my hand around his cock. He’s so hard, the head of his cock slick with precum, and the way he thrusts into my fist makes my insides clench with need all over again. I slowly stroke him, my thumb circling the tip, spreading the wetness. “Now get naked.”
“So bossy.” He stands and shoves his shorts off the rest of the way. And sweet baby Jesus. He’s even bigger than my hazy tequila memory, long and thick as he fists himself, eyes locked on mine.
“See something you like?”
I lick my lips. “Come back here and find out.”
He settles between my thighs again, nudging my entrance with the blunt head of his cock, then freezes. “Shit. No condom.”
My heart stutters, and I know I should tell him now, but the words jam in my throat. Instead, I whisper, “We’re okay.”
His eyes search mine, and he lets out a slow breath. “You sure?”
