Her eyes widened, their inky black becoming deeper and more hypnotic. “Oh?” Her voice wobbled slightly, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Was that possible? She’d said she hadn’t dated for a while, but—hell. What kind of idiots did she normally hang out with, if nobody had ever told her how incredible she was?
“Every inch of you.” Locking eyes with her, he kissed his way from her shoulder down her arm. She shivered into his touch as he licked her inner wrist. “You don’t need to do anything. I…”
She writhed beneath him. Her legs gripped his waist, and suddenly he was on his back.
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“Is this okay?” she gasped, honestly shocked that flipping him had worked.
“More than okay.” His voice was rougher now, and the edges of it caught at something inside her. Like a spark catching on kindling. “Tell me if we need to change this up. Whatever you need. Hell, I’ll carry you around if that’s what works best.”
Another jolt of need. “Here is good.”
“You’ll tell me?”
She’d barely managed those three words, and he wanted more out of her? “Y-yes.”
That must have been the magic word.
He lifted up just long enough to strip off his t-shirt, then crashed down. Even beneath her, he was so big and so close that he blotted out everything else in the world. He’d spent more time without a shirt on than with, in the few days they’d known each other, so seeing him half-naked shouldn’t have knocked the wind out of her.
But it did.
She ran her hands along his stomach and chest, tracing the smooth muscles she’d spent day after day devouring with her eyes. He was the same warm brown all over, not like her patchwork tan.
How could fate have picked someone so perfect and given himherin exchange? How was that fair?
“Should I—?” She plucked awkwardly at the hem of her shirt.
His eyes went black with desire. “No. Let me.”
He just didn’t want her to elbow him in the face by accident. That’s what she told herself. But as he slowly pulled her top off, it became harder and harder to believe. He covered her with his hands, caressing and kissing up her stomach, her ribs, between her breasts. Her chest hitched, and he made a low sound of approval deep in his throat.
He dropped the t-shirt off the side of the bed and she straightened, her bra a scrap of sensible white nothing against the heat in his gaze.
“Take that off for me.”
Excitement pulsed inside her. She reached behind herself to undo the clasp at the back, and he swore under his breath.
Then his mouth was on her again, licking up the rise of her breast. She gasped and strained against him. There was so much of him, she didn’t know where to touch first, to make him feel the way he madeherfeel. His hand went between her legs, cupping her pussy, and she clung helplessly to his shoulders.
Oh god.She wasn’t even naked yet, he wasn’t eventouchingher, and she’d almost come.
“You like that?”
“Yes—”
“Good.” He rubbed the heel of his hand against her, and she moaned, ragged and needy. “Keep telling me what you like.”
“More of that.” A guilty thought batted its way to the top of her mind. “What do you like?”
“I like it when you make that noise.”
“What—ohh-h-h-h.”
