His lips parted. “Excellent choice of wake-up,” he murmured in a gravelly voice.
I nudged him onto his back and eased on top of him. His hands found my waist and then skimmed up my bare ribs.
I kissed him hungrily, licking and nibbling his bottom lip. “I’m dying to feel you inside me again.”
His expression sharpened. All trace of sleepiness vanished from his eyes, and he flipped us over, his gaze turning hot.
Disturbed by the sudden movement in the narrow space, Bonk jumped off the bed—probably for the best.
Shade looked down at me, his arms caging my head and his legs between mine. I slowly drew my knees up.
“Clean or dirty?” he asked, his voice dropping so low it sank right into me and teased my sex. “Slow or fast?”
Heat unfurled between my legs as tiny muscles clenched. “Do I have to pick just one?”
Shade chuckled. He dipped his head, his mouth brushing my cheek in a slow caress of a kiss. In my ear, he whispered, “That’s my Tess.”
The possessive affection in his voice sent pleasure fluttering through me. “You mean your Captain,” I teased.
“In bed, I steer the ship.” A mischievous glint lit his eyes when they met mine again.
My mouth twitched. “Is that so?”
He nodded. “I have to press all sorts of complicated buttons. You’re the copilot. All you need to do is grab the handle and pull.”
I burst out laughing. “Like this?” I asked, snaking my hand between our bodies.
His hips shifted away from my questing fingers. “Careful, baby. That’s a delicate instrument. No replacement parts available.”
Still smiling, I reached for his hard length again and gave it a gentle stroke from base to tip.
“Believe me”—I lifted my head and sucked on his earlobe—“it’s in my best interest to not damage the tools.”
Shade’s husky laugh turned into a groan when I stroked him again, squeezing this time. He rocked into my hand. Our eyes met, and the need I saw in his gaze was like a gravitational pull, drawing me in, body and soul.
Angling my hips up, I guided him inside me. Shade’s broad shoulders bunched with tension, and a slight vibration rolled down his back. Even after an hour of working myself up in my head, he still had to push his way in slowly. I was so hot and throbbing that I wanted him to move faster and satisfy the ache inside me, but I was also—
“So tight,” Shade muttered, sounding pained.
I tilted my head back on an exhale when he stopped, finally seated fully within me. My body adjusted to him quickly.
“I want to do this every day,” I said.
“Baby, we can do this ten times a day, upside down, tangled up, and hanging from the ceiling if you want.”
I smiled. All that sounded promising.
He flexed his hips back and then thrust deep between my legs. I gasped. It felt so good. He did it again, harder, and stars burst behind my lids.
Shade lowered his head and kissed me so completely that I almost couldn’t breathe. “Tied up. Tied down. Blindfolded. Hands and knees. Whatever the fuck you want,” he said, pumping into me with each promise.
The possibilities flashed before me. So much to explore. I started to pant and writhe, arching into sensations that were building almost too quickly. I chased them, greedy, even though I wanted this to last.
Shade thrust harder, his movements less controlled now. I rose up to meet him, matching his pace and driving him on.
I whispered his name. Shade groaned mine. I locked my legs around his waist and gripped his back. He was sweat-slicked and trembling and so hard inside me that he felt like hot steel and smooth rock.
“Not gonna last, baby,” he said. “Not when you’re so wild and hot.”
