Moonlight poured in the window, making the butterflies all sparkle. She backed away and tugged off her shirt. A quick shimmy, and her yoga pants and boots hit the floor. They only had a couple of hours, and she didn’t want to miss a second.
He stalked her, a hard-cut shadow, and tossed off his shirt. Weak light danced along the hard ridges of his abdomen and chest. His Vanguard tattoo—a shield, sword, and Scorpius withVANGUARDthrough the middle—was right above his heart. Hers was on her left shoulder blade with much more delicate lines. Her throat went dry. “Um.”
“Um what?” he asked, shucking his jeans and boots.
God. Tace Justice was naked with her. And he was all man. She swallowed and tried not to cough. “There’s just a lot to you.” Holy cow, he was big.
He reached her and ran both palms down her bare arms. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll make sure you’re more than ready.” Then he kissed her. Slow and deep, taking his time, his hand somehow finding the small of her back and pulling her into his strength. Hard muscle and heat instantly warmed every inch of her.
“I, ah, it’s been a while.” Reality tried to intrude.
“I know.” He backed her to the bed and bent her over, sweeping a hand down her front. “So pretty, Sami.”
She scooted up, crossways on the bed, and he crawled up her to kiss her again. There was so much to him. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Hot. God, his mouth was hot. She arched into him, needing more. It had been too long for her.
He nipped and sucked her, moving to the other nipple, his fingers tapping down her abdomen and finding her folds. She moaned and thrashed against him. He lifted up. “That sound. Make it again.”
She tried to focus.
He grinned then, his chin between her breasts, his hand between her legs. One thumb brushed across her clit.
She moaned again.
“Yeah, that.”
“I know you like to take your time,” she ground out, moving against his fingers. “How about fast first and slow later?” If she didn’t get him inside her and now, she was going to implode.
He blinked slowly. “You wanna take over this time?”
“Yes.” She shoved his shoulders, almost crying in relief when he rolled to his back. She was wet and hot and nearly desperate. The bourbon in her blood was no competition for the desire he’d ignited. She grasped the base of his shaft, running her fingers up and then back down.
He bucked against her, and a quick glance at his eyes confirmed they’d darkened. “Keep going, darlin’.”
She smiled and straddled him, lifting herself up with her knees and positioning him at her entrance.
“Whoa.” He handed her a condom he’d tossed on the bed.
She ripped open the foil and unrolled the rubber, feeling powerful as he arched against her. Then she grasped him and tried to lower herself on his thick cock. He reached for her breasts, caressing them, sending sparks of need right to her clit. Now, damn it. She tried to take him in, but pain instantly assailed her. She drew out air and tried again. Pain. “You’re too big.”
“No.” He grasped her hip and rolled them both over. “Leverage helps.” Then he kissed her again, his mouth firm, his tongue sweeping inside hers. She tangled with him, shoving both hands through his hair. Her thighs widened. He deepened the kiss and started to penetrate her.
She gasped, and he nipped her lips, taking her under again.
Slowly, keeping her drugged with kisses, he worked his way inside her, taking his time, letting her adjust. She ran her hands down his flanks, over new scars and old battle wounds, her fingers wandering over all that taut skin. Nothing mattered but his body over hers. She reached his butt and squeezed. Nice and firm and oh so many muscles.
He lifted his head.
She blinked. He was fully inside her, pulsing. “Tace,” she whispered.
“Fast this time, slow later.” He caught her face, his mouth working hers as he began to thrust. Hard and full, taking her deep, he started to pound. Each movement awoke nerves she hadn’t realized she had. Soon she was panting, her nails raking his back.
Everything in the world focused on Tace Justice and how well he was using her body. She shut her eyes to just feel.
“Samantha,” he said. “Open your eyes.”
She opened her eyes to see the most primal male she could ever imagine. Determination and lust were stamped hard across his rugged face, but his gaze remained gentle. Concentrated.
