“Beg for it.” His lips twitch, then his eyes drift so he’s staring between my legs. “Beg for my mouth.”
I grow wetter from the demand. “Please. I’m begging you, Banks.”
That’s all it takes. Scooping me up, he flips me over to all fours. “Ass up,” he instructs, and I comply as heat sparks through my whole body.
Moving behind me, he settles, then hauls me up higher and dives in, kissing my pussy without mercy.
The sounds I make are long and carnal. I didn’t realize how much I needed this till he put me in this position. “Need you. Want you,” I murmur as he kisses my wetness.
Stopping briefly, he mutters, “I know.”
“So cocky,” I say, but it comes out strangled when he flicks his tongue up and down my aching core.
Soon words and taunts become meaningless. He takes me apart with each delicious flick till I’m shaking. I grab at the sheets, clutching them for dear life as his fingers dig into my flesh and his mouth owns me.
I’m dissolving into the bed, panting, moaning. My breathing turns shallow, and I’m close, so damn close. One more flick of his tongue, then he fastens his mouth to my clit and sucks, and pleasure pulses everywhere inside me—a wave relentlessly heading to the shore. With a final hungry groan from him, the wave crashes.
I break apart into moans and sensations, into lust and emotions, into this endlessly wonderful moment with this man. With my face pressed against the covers, I try to catch my breath. He must move off me, because the sound of a zipper coming undone filters by, then the noise of clothes being shed.
A few seconds later, Banks is back on the bed, a foil packet in hand, and he’s gently turning me to my side. He spoons me, kissing my neck, running his hands along my arms. “Want to fuck you like this,” he murmurs.
“Do it,” I urge.
He nips at my neck harder, biting. “Fuck, Ripley. You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he mutters.
“Same,” I pant out.
“Yeah?” It’s asked full of wonder.
I don’t answer with words but actions, wriggling against him, trying to get closer. He jerks my body tightly to his, gripping me likehe never wants to let go, kissing me madly for a breathless second. Then he stops, rolls on the condom, and nudges the head of his cock against my slickness, letting out a staggered breath. “Need you. Want you,” he growls, repeating my words from earlier as he fills me.
With a wicked smile I say, “I know.”
He doesn’t reply in kind sayingso cocky, like I did to him moments ago. Instead, he says, gravelly and vulnerably at the same time, “Good. I want you to know how much I want you. How much I need you.”
That last verb echoes in the night air.Need.As he moves in me, I feel it too. All this need. Words break apart. We’re both reduced to gasps. Groans. Heated sighs. He wraps one arm around my shoulders, the other around my waist.
It’s not slow and languid, like I expected. It’s not a middle-of-the-night tender spooning, with gentle kisses. It’s passionate and deep. It’s him taking me and showing me how much he needs me.
This kind of sex is not at all what I expected when I walked in the door tonight. But then again, everything about this man has surprised me, from his taste in music, to his smart mouth, to his big and scarred heart.
His arms are like ropes, binding me to him, keeping me in his inescapable grasp as he fucks me, his mouth skimming over my neck the whole time. “Fucking love this,” he grits out against my skin.
Flesh slaps against flesh. Sweat-slicked skin slides againstsweat-slicked skin. We’re hot and sweaty and desperate, and I feel like I’m on the verge of release with every punishing thrust.
But there’s one more thing I want. We’ve tried flowers and headbands and ribbons. The man is good with his hands though. Great, actually. I crane my neck and look back at him, at the restraint in his features, the clench of his jaw coupled with the fire in his eyes. “In San Francisco? When I thought you were at the hotel room door?”
He slows his hips, concern briefly flickering across his irises. “Yes?”
“I opened it and saidspank me.” It feels so good to finally say that. To let him know I wanted to explore my desires with him. “I’ve never said that to anyone,” I blurt out, suddenly confessing the depth of my desires.
His cock slides deeper, and the sound he makes is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “You can have anything with me,” he says, sounding as desperate as I feel. “Want it now, sweetheart?”
“So much.”
He lifts a hand and slaps it on the outside of my ass. The sharp sting radiates through me, then blurs into pleasure.
“More?”
