Striding to the bed, he placed her on it gently and stepped back. "I want to see you." He told her thickly. "Lights on." The soft glow of the chandelier flooded the room, allowing her to take in the magnificent furnishings and the width of it that could have easily hold her bedroom and her son's with space left over.
She came up on her elbows when he went on his knees before her.
"What're you doing?"
"Taking off your boots." He drew the zipper down and took them off, long fingers sliding over the silk of her stockings and sending jolts of electricity all over. Pushing the dress up, he peeled the stockings off, his eyes holding hers.
Her breath hitched, her skin heating as he trailed his fingers over her bare skin.
"Beautiful."
"Rodney--"
"I've wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you."
"You wanted to have sex with me."
"I wanted to touch you to figure out if your skin felt like silk. It does."
"Oh God." She moaned.
Taking the dress over her head, he stared transfixed at the flawless caramel complexion and the rise of flesh over the transparent butter yellow lace.
"You're so beautiful." The tight hold he had placed over his control was slowly eroding. Determined to give her the utmost pleasure, he started at her feet and worked his way up to her thighs.
By the time he reached the apex, she was moving restlessly, her head twisting on the mound of pillows. First it was his fingers and then his mouth, trailing light kisses along the insides of her thighs.
"I can't." She whispered achingly, fingers clutching at his hair. "Please. I can't."
"I want you to need me even a fraction of the way I need you." Rising, he hurriedly took off his clothing and toed off his shoes. Her eyes drifted over the magnificently proportioned body. His chest was wide and covered with a smattering of dark brown hairs. He was tanned all over, his belly washboard flat. His hips were narrow. Her eyes shied away from looking further.
"Don't tell me you're shy?" He chuckled hoarsely as he slid in next to her.
"And if I am?" She was happy for the reprieve as her system was screaming for release.
"I think it's utterly adorable." He lowered his mouth to hers, nibbling at her bottom lip and sending the sparks shooting through her body. She turned to him, sliding one foot between his powerful thighs. A groan escaped him when she nudged at his throbbing arousal.
Twisting his body, he had her beneath him, his lips trailing down her cheek to the hollow of her throat.
She smelled like something he could feast on for days, months. Years, the rest of his life. Desire was raging inside him like a tornado. He had to have her now. It had to be now.
Rising to his elbow, he reached into the dresser drawer and took out a packet of condoms.
Rising to his knees, he tore open the packet and shook one out, his hands shaking. It took him two frustrating tries before he was fully covered.
Covering her body with his, he slid into her tight warmth and just stayed that way, his heart pounding from his chest. Lowering his forehead to hers, he closed his eyes and just breathed her in. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful, so amazing, so damn right. Raising his head, he took her lips in a kiss that brought the tears to her eyes.
The climax was astounding, causing her to arch towards him. It crashed through her body with the power of a sledgehammer, leaving her breathless and stunned. Her arms came around his neck and clung, her fingers digging into the denseness of his hair.
It did not take long for him to follow. With a deep groan, he emptied, his body shuddering, skin clammy with moisture, heartracing. He collapsed on top of her, winded and drained, the breath whistling through his teeth.
It took several minutes for him to even work up the effort to move. Sliding his body off her, he brought her up against him, fingers lazily running up and down her back. They stayed that way, the silence lengthening and not altogether uncomfortable.
"I should go."
Tilting his head, he met her gaze.
"Why?"
