And the talking was done. That man went to work. He massaged and explored every inch of her body. He pushed her sweater up to her throat and pulled her lace bralette down, spilling one of her breasts out of it. He lapped at her sensitivenipple as she arched her back against the mattress. He gripped her waist and rolled his hips against her until she pushed his jeans down to his thighs and waited while he kicked out of them completely. Hands shaking with desperation, Birdie pushed his T-shirt upward and blew out a steadying breath as she saw his muscles for the first time. He had a shredded sixpack and perfect pecs. He wore a silver chain with a simple rectangular medallion on it. His skin was tan and smooth, and his muscles rippled and flexed with every movement. God, he was perfect.
She had a moment of insecurity as he pulled her sweater over her head, but the hungry look in his eyes as he dragged his gaze up and down her curves dispelled any of that. She felt beautiful, caressed by his attention. The intense look on his face was so sexy as he pulled her jeans down her thighs and dropped them onto the floor with his. Lance ran his hands up the outer curves of her thighs as he moved back up her body and gripped her ass. He pushed her knees farther apart and she couldn’t take her eyes from him. Abs flexing with every breath, his long, thick cock standing up and ready to push into her.
With a whisper of his name on her lips, Birdie relaxed her knees farther and lifted her chin higher, eyes on him. She smiled, and he pushed forward, grabbed her wrists, and shoved them over her head. He hovered over her, his cock in his free hand as he teased her wet entrance with the thick head of it.
Birdie rolled her eyes closed. He could make her come just like this. Already her middle was tingling in waves.
She had never wanted anyone like she wanted Lance now.
He lowered his lips to hers and drove his tongue into her as he pumped his hips shallowly and pressed his cock into her by inches. Oh, she was ready for him. As desperate as she was to just have him buried deeply inside her, she liked that he was taking time with her, making sure she was ready, stretching her slowly.
It felt better this way.
Her body was on a high she’d never felt before. He dragged sucking, biting kisses to her throat and released her wrists above her head, then cupped the back of her head and pushed into her again, deeper this time.
“Ooooh, it feels so good,” she whispered, her tone drenched in shock.
He pushed into her deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until he was hitting her just right, and it was all over. Her body was reacting too hard, too fast.
“Lance,” she gasped out.
“Come for me,” he demanded in a soft whisper against her sensitive earlobe.
And her body did as it was told. Her orgasm crashed through her, stunning her as she closed her eyes and rode the pulses of pleasure he dragged from her body. Over and over he pushed into her, dragging out every throbbing sensation from her release.
And when the last of her orgasm was through, she was shocked to find her body started immediately building to another one. “Lance?” she huffed out helplessly as he drove deeper into her.
“I know,” he ground out. “I can feel you.”
“Lance?”
“Fuck,” he gritted out, rolling her on top of him, he sat up with her straddling his lap and kissed her hard. This was a collision of lips, and pain meets pleasure as he kept himself buried deep inside of her. Lance gripped her hips and dragged her back and forth on him, and she was already there again. She threw her head back and clawed her hands at his back. Her nipples tingled with wanting, all smashed against his stone-hard chest, and his grip on her waist anchored her to this world.
He dragged her back and forth harder, harder, faster. His muscles were tensed, and she could tell he was close. So was she. “Please,” she whispered, hugging him so tightly.
Her body broke over his again, and she gripped his pulsing cock over and over as waves of pleasure flooded her body. Lance filled her with jets of warmth, and for minutes after, they rolled against each other, dragging their release on and on and on.
Lance searched her eyes, and God, he looked striking in the muted afternoon light that filtered through the loft window. She would remember this moment forever—the moment she felt more connected to another creature than ever she had been before.
Nothing in her life had ever felt like this connection right here. Not even close.
He pulled her closer and kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her. He allowed them to fall gently to the bed, where he threw his powerful leg over hers and pulled her in tightly against his strong chest.
“I meant to slow us down,” he murmured after a few minutes of tracing shapes onto her bare back.
“We don’t have time for that,” she whispered. She hadn’t meant to say it with a sad tinge to her tone, but it had come out that way, and he eased back to look at her face.
“Hey,” he said, a slight frown marring his dark eyebrows as he traced a line just below her eye. “We still have time.”
Birdie forced a smile and nodded, then hugged him again, and inhaled deeply. Silly man. Couldn’t he feel how big this was now?
He had touched her soul.
She could have all the time in the world with him, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Chapter Five
Was she glowing?
