Chloe let out a little gasp, her hands stroking his hair as she held his head to her.
Erik took his time, lavishing his attention first on one breast before moving on to the other. He savored every second and marveled at every passion-laced sound she made. Her lips fell to the top of his head, kissing him there, as her hands moved to knead his shoulders, then his back, her fingers splaying across the muscles that fanned out from his spine.
Erik’s fingers skimmed up from her hips and found the silky-smooth expanse of skin above her leggings. His hands cupped her ribcage, then moved higher to trace the underside of her breasts.
“Erik,” Chloe breathed as she began to squirm, shifting her weight on the mattress.
Releasing her nipple, he looked up at her. She leaned back on her elbows, and her fingertips skated over the top of her pants. “Take these off me.”
Rising, he carefully took hold of the waistband, the stretchy material moving easily as she lifted her hips to assist him. Erik gotthem as far as her knees before he stalled out, his attention snagged by the erotic dream laid out before him. Her eyes were hot with need, her teeth denting that plump lower lip. Her upper body was still braced on her elbows, her breasts spread, and her nipples were stiff little peaks. He drank the sight in, his eyes skating lower over the perfect skin of her belly to the lacy cream-colored bikinis. His breathing turned ragged as he licked his lips. He’d like to draw her, just like this, if she’d let him.
“Do you like what you see?” She traced a finger over the waistband of that scrap of fabric that still concealed her.
Erik swallowed hard and nodded, unable to look away.
“Do you want to see more?”
Hell, yeah, he did. But he wasn’t sure if he could take it. His control wasn’t slipping by inches; it felt like it was slipping by miles. He was afraid that if he saw her bare, he’d jump on her like some feral beast.
“Give me your hand.”
His head snapped up, and he saw that she’d extended her hand to him. Taking it, he let her guide him. She pressed his hand over her navel, then slid it lower until it was underneath that soft barrier. His heart beat like a drum, his breathing was loud and harsh, and his knees were locked so tightly his legs began to shake.
She guided his hand lower still until he felt the sweet, silky heat of her arousal, and a choked sound left him as Chloe moaned. Her hips moved under their joined hands, and Erik squeezed hiseyes shut. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, but it was also pure torture, and if he didn’t look away, he would embarrass himself.
Chapter Nineteen
Chloe cried out asthe orgasm washed over her, her fingers squeezing Erik’s hand as he continued to stroke her. It was bliss, but she wanted more. She wanted his weight, wanted to feel his hot skin pressed to hers, and that thick arousal, that was currently straining the front of his pants, inside of her.
“Come here,” she murmured, tugging weakly on him.
His eyes, that had been squeezed tightly shut, popped open as he reluctantly removed his hand. There was a touch of uncertainty on his face that reminded her of his confession. He’d never been intimate with a woman before. The thought of teaching him the pleasures that could be found was an exciting prospect that only aroused her further.
Sitting up, she finished shedding her leggings before her fingers went to the belt at his waist and began undoing it. “I want to see you.”
The urge was there to rush, to whip his pants down as fast as she could and get him naked so she could see all of him, but she held herself back. He was tense, holding himself stiffly, and she wanted him to enjoy this. She didn’t bother to tell him to relax; sheknew from her own experience that it never worked. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist and began kissing those tight, washboard abs.
He let out a shuddering exhale, his posture softening just a bit as his hands went to work gently releasing the messy bun of her hair. His fingers combed through the strands, the soft tugs on her scalp, soothing. When he began massaging her shoulders, her hands went back to the waistband of his jeans, and she unfastened them, meeting a bit of resistance as she tried to unzip them thanks to the pressure behind that zipper. He was a big man, she could already tell, and she licked her lips in anticipation of seeing him.
Slowly tugging the denim down, she revealed the black cotton briefs he wore, and underneath… She was right. Erik was thick.
Pushing the jeans lower, her eyes snagged on his muscular thighs. He’d said he had some tattoos, but she hadn’t expected this. Instead of a masterpiece, he’d marked himself with some sort of… Well, she wasn’t even sure. Code maybe? Column after column of neatly inked eight-digit alphanumeric characters extended down his legs. There must have been hundreds of them. She almost asked what they meant, the question balancing on the tip of her tongue, but she bit it back. She didn’t know what that question might invite into the bedroom with them, and she didn’t want his attention diverted. She wanted him focused on her and what she wanted him to feel.
Returning her mouth to those delicious abs, her fingers slid under the waistband of his briefs, drawing them down. Erik’s breath escaped him in a sharp hiss, and Chloe finally looked at what she’d revealed. His erection jutted proudly, the tip glistening, and as she wrapped her fingers around his thick girth, he let out a harsh, choked sound.
As she took the head into her mouth, her name was torn from his throat in an almost agonized cry. His hips jerked as he buried his fingers in her hair, but he was careful not to pull her.
His voice was pained as he said, “I won’t… Chloe, I can’t…”
She took him deeper, and he let out a loud shout of fulfilment as he released, his entire body shaking from the impact. His back bent until he was bowing over her, and his legs trembled so badly she was afraid he was going to fall, so, with one final lick, she guided him down onto the mattress.
He was breathing hard, an arm thrown over his face, and Chloe smiled. Kissing his chest, she began to move upward, her leg lifting to straddle him when he suddenly moved his arm. There was a glitter of something hot and possessive shining in that turquoise eye as he let out a sexy growl and flipped them so she was flat on her back and he was braced above her.
His lips took hers in a scorching kiss, then went lower. The sharp points of his fangs grazed her throat, then her collarbone. His tongue flicked down her sternum to her belly. Lower, where hebit the waistband of her underpants between his teeth and dragged them down, his hands taking over to remove them completely.
Chloe held her breath, waiting as he hovered over her hips, seeming to breathe her in. He closed his eyes, almost like he was savoring the scent, before another one of those low growls rumbled through him. Her hips moved, rising off the bed, begging for him, and her breath expelled in a loud woosh as he buried his face between her thighs.
The cries he wrung from her were loud and uncontrollable as another orgasm barreled toward her like a bullet train. Her entire body went taut as a bowstring, then broke apart, throbbing, making her want to curl up tight as it washed over her in waves, and she shouted Erik’s name.
