“You were, but that’s stopping right now.”
She forced his T-shirt up his body and over his head. She then opened his shorts and shimmied them down his legs, stripping off his sneakers at the same time.
“Hope, I don’t need you to—” He forgot the last word as she straddled him.
“Shut up, Newman, and take your punishment.”
Her mouth was on his chest, licking his skin, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe. Newman liked to take charge in these situations. He liked to administer the pleasure, then take his second. Hope had wrested that from him.
“Hope, really…” She had her hands on him now. They were tracing the waistband of his boxer shorts.
“What’s the problem here, Newman? You got control issues?” She looked up at him from beneath long, spiky black lashes, and her eyes were filled with wicked heat.
“Yes… no.” He couldn’t think straight, as her hand was now cupping his erection and running up and down the length, driving him crazy.
“Yes,” she whispered, circling his nipple with her tongue. She then bit him, sending a bolt of lust straight down his body.
“Christ!” He dug his fingers into her hair and held on as she slowly tortured him, moving ever closer to where her hand was caressing him. Newman wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t disgrace himself when she eased his underwear down his legs and took him in her hands. Her mouth slid down the hard length, and he moaned long and loud. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped the bedcovers. It was heaven and hell combined. The silken glide of her mouth, and swirl of her tongue transported him to places he’d never been before.
He withstood as much as he could, then hauled her up his body.
“My turn.” He attempted to wrestle her beneath him, but she slid down his body until he felt her, damp and ready. Newman couldn’t stop his hips moving, and slid inside her. The feeling was so good he moaned again, but this time it was accompanied by Hope’s.
“So good,” she said, sitting upright.
She looks good naked, was the only thought he could muster before she started moving. He cupped her breasts as she rode him. He let her, and then grabbed her waist and threw her down on the bed beside him. He then held her there with one hand while he did his own torturing.
His body screamed for release, but there was no way in hell that was happening until he’d made her beg.
He kissed her breasts, taking his time circling each nipple until she screamed at him to end her torment. Of course he didn’t, but he enjoyed hearing her beg.
Her stomach was softly rounded, unlike most of the women he’d slept with, who were taut and muscled from gym work. It felt good, and tasted better. Moving lower, he parted her legs, then licked the damp folds between them and gave her the most intimate kiss of all. She clamped her legs around his head and held on. Usually a quiet person, Hope rarely spoke unless she had to. The opposite was true in the bedroom.
“More!”
She cried and screamed. She moaned and sighed. Newman loved every sound she uttered, especially when he grazed his teeth over the hard bud between her thighs and she pulled his hair as she came… loudly.
He drove her higher using his fingers and mouth, until she was sobbing his name. Only then did he open her legs and slide deep inside her again.
“God, you feel good.”
Hope had her eyes closed, hands clenched as he thrust into her again and again, the spike of heat inside him beginning to climb. When he was near, he lifted her hips and thrust deeper, and she answered him with a little squeal, and then they were both gone. Scaling the summit, and spiraling into ecstasy.
He fell forward, his head resting on her body, legs sliding off the bed, feet hitting the floor. He was weightless, exhausted, and felt so good, he wasn’t sure there was actually a name for it.
Her hand was in his hair, fingers stroking his scalp, and he thought about purring but didn’t have the energy. Easing himself upright, he looked down at her. She was the picture of a thoroughly sated woman. Newman managed to roll into the place beside her on the narrow bed. He felt boneless, all his energy sapped.
“Are you okay, Hope? I didn’t hurt you?”
She rolled onto her side as he spoke, her eyes on him.
“No, I can honestly say I feel pretty good, thanks, Newman. But I’m still angry with you.”
“Sure, I felt that anger, right before you came.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Hope wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she didn’t have the energy to examine it at the moment.
