Then his beyond-hot mouth was on her, nipping, and licking. The man was a master at playing the female body, or maybe he just knew her too well. While the thought should give her pause, her brain had stopped working. Completely.
He nipped her thigh, made her jump, and then pressed his tongue against her clit.
White-hot shards of electricity rippled through her nerves, and she whimpered, her thighs tight against his broad shoulders. He slid one finger inside her and explored, finding her G-spot with unerring accuracy.
Sparks flew from her nipples to her clit. “Tace,” she whispered.
He moved to her other thigh and sucked hard.
She yelped and smacked his head. “Don’t even think of it.”
“Too late.” His voice was rough and hoarse . . . like he’d swallowed rocks. “You’re wearing my mark for at least a week.”
She wanted to hit him again, but she was so close to going over the edge. The orgasm hinted through her, promising bliss. “I haven’t had a hickey since high school,” she groaned. And then it had been on her neck, not her inner thigh.
His finger brushed her G-spot again, and he went at her clit with a fast rhythm.
She exploded into a million pieces, hissing his name, her arms dropping to the worn tile. The climax rippled through her in waves, and she shut her eyes to enjoy the ride. So much pleasure it almost hurt.
Finally, she came down and went limp.
He rolled to his knees and then stood, his hands going to remove his shirt. Broad muscles, cut hard and sharp, came into focus. Along with a series of bruises and old scars and his tattoo.
Her mouth watered. If there was a more masculine man alive, she hadn’t met him.
He dropped his jeans and boots to the side after grabbing a foil package from his pocket. He was firm and fully erect.
She started to sit up, and he leaned to lift her, falling backward on the bed.
“I don’t want to hurt your chest.” He lay down with her straddling his hips. “You’re ready this time.”
His words wound through her brain and down to her heart. Even now, fully aroused, he was careful with her.
She took the condom and quickly rolled it down his impressive girth. Carefully balancing herself on his ripped abdomen with both hands, she lifted up and then lowered herself. Several times she had to stop and breathe out to let her body adjust.
His fingers curled into the bedspread, and dots of perspiration broke out on his forehead. Tension cut lines into his face, and his entire body seemed to vibrate.
The firm leash he kept on his self-control broke hers completely, and she shoved down as hard as she could, taking all of him in.
Pain lanced through her and she stilled, her butt flush against his groin.
“Take your time, baby,” he groaned, his muscles reverberating beneath her. “God, you feel good. So hot and wet.”
Pleasure followed on the heels of pain and filled her. She lifted up and then slid back down. “Ah,” she sighed, throwing her head back. “I’m all right now, Tace. You can—”
He grabbed her hips and lifted her, slamming her back down and setting up an out-of-control rhythm she could do nothing but follow.
Her nerves flared and contracted. A thrill deeper than she could’ve dreamed of ticked through her, igniting pleasure centers she’d never found before. He was so much, he was everything. She clutched his abdominal muscles, trying to keep tethered to something, anything.
His unrelenting grip kept her moving.
Energy uncoiled inside her, flashing out, exploding the room white. She cried out, her eyes shutting. The orgasm rolled through her, flooding her energy with so much raw pleasure she could only open her mouth in a silent scream.
His grip tightened, and his body shuddered.
Finally, she came down and fell, her face landing in the crook of his neck. Her eyes closed, and her body went limp in satisfaction.
He ran a big hand down her back to her butt.
