I take her wrists again, pinning them above her head. I keep my hold gentle, so she can easily pull free.
Her gaze heats.
Another low moan escapes.
“Do you like that?” I ask. Dipping my head, I press my lips just above her jumping pulse.
With my other hand, I slide one finger inside her. Her inner walls clutch at me. Hot heat slicks my finger.
She’s tight. So tight. And so perfect.
I’ll have to be careful not to hurt her, I remind myself. The last thing I want to do is cause Bea one moment of pain.
Bea’s eyes glaze over. “Do I like what?”
Seeing her reaction, how damn responsive she is to me…
I can’t feel insecure.
Not now. Not with her.
“Do you like it when I restrain you like this?” I gently squeeze her wrists. “If you don’t like it, just tell me. It’s okay. But if you do?—”
“I do.” She sounds almost surprised. “I’ve never… I didn’t think… But with you… I do.”
A caveman-esque kind of satisfaction surges through me.
“Okay. Good.” I kiss her hard, tangling my tongue with hers, tasting a hint of berries from the hard seltzer she had earlier. Once we break apart, I add, “If it gets uncomfortable, or the metal is digging in, you tell me. Right away.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Bea replies. “Except.”
My heart stutters. “Except what?”
Her gaze roves across my body. “You’re wearing more clothes than me. And I don’t likethat.”
With a wolfish grin, I tell her, “That, I can definitely fix.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever moved faster, honestly. I practically tear off my clothes, flinging away my shirt and pants like they’ve somehow offended me. With a growl of frustration, I wrestle my briefs over my throbbing erection. As it springs free, Bea’s eyes widen.
My inner caveman roars his approval again.
Now fully naked, I get to work on setting Bea and I on even ground. Her panties are already gone, which is a good start. The dress goes next, followed by her pale blue bra.
And then she’s naked. Gloriously naked.
Kneeling over her, I take my time memorizing every last inch of Bea’s body.
Her sweetly flaring hips. Her pert little breasts, tipped with rose-colored nipples that jut towards me in invitation. The neatly trimmed blonde curls between her thighs. The tiny dusting of freckles across her shoulders and chest. The little birthmark just above her left hip that begs for me to kiss it.
“Shit, Bea,” I groan. “I knew you were gorgeous. But seeing you like this…”
She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around me. Her slender fingers are cool against my heated skin. “I like seeing you like this, too. And feeling you.”
Though I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, I do. As Bea strokes me from root to tip, pressure builds. I’m leaking steadily, my body already anticipating being inside her, spilling my seed, and filling her?—
Shit.
Protection.
