She bowed, crying out, orgasming instantly. He didn’t stop—maybe didn’t even notice. He went at her, tongue and lips and teeth as if he couldn’t get enough. She writhed against him, wild and crazy, unable to halt the second orgasm from rolling through her, stealing her breath.
He still didn’t stop.
She pulled his thick hair. “Angus. Please, you have to quit.”
He paused and looked up, his eyes burning. “I’ve waited a year for this.”
Oh, God. She swallowed. “I can’t again.”
Wrong thing to say. Definitely the wrong thing. His chin lowered, and his facial scruff stretched across her clit.
The sound she made should’ve embarrassed her, but she was too far gone. Keeping her gaze, he lowered his mouth and nipped with enough power that she spiraled away again, shutting her eyes and riding out the waves.
“All night,” he said to himself. “That’s a start.” With that, moved up her, flattened himself over her and reached for the nightstand.
She grabbed his tight butt. “You’re crushing me.”
“Never.” He levered himself up on an elbow and ripped open a condom wrapper with his teeth. “You sure about this?”
“Yes.” She didn’t care what he was asking about. “I’m sure. About everything. The whole night, waiting for more foreplay, doing this now. Finally.” Being coy or pretending wasn’t her style, and she wanted him. Plus, it was obvious he was in the same state.
Hunger, raw and real, sizzled in his eyes.
She took the condom, reached down, and rolled it onto him. He jerked against her palm, feeling bigger even than she’d expected.
He licked her nipple, and fire arced to her still firing clit. She gasped and settled back on the pillow, her gaze trapped once again by his.
A lock of his hair fell toward his forehead and a droplet of rain landed on her temple.
Slowly, he pushed inside her, big and full. She held her breath, opening her thighs wider, trying to adjust to his size. Not once did he release her gaze as he controlled his body . . . and hers.
Finally he paused, deep inside her.
“Now,” she whispered.
His grin was too predatory to be boyish. “Yeah. Now. At last.” Even so, he started slow, driving into her with hard thrusts and brushing a spot inside her that had her seeing stars.
“More, Angus. More.” She lifted her thighs and clasped her feet at his back, pressing in with her heels as hard as she could. How was this possible? She wanted more of him. All of him.
He let go then, pounding into her, fast and hard and full. Deeper, wilder, keeping her on an edge so sharp she had to shut her eyes.
She reached higher, holding on, her body opening to take all of him. The pressure finally exploded and she cried out, arching into him as another orgasm roared through her and shattered everything she knew. Pleasure swamped her, followed by a feeling of vulnerability she’d never experienced.
He kissed her hard, his powerful body shuddering violently with his own climax. He ground into her again, his kiss gentling as he finally released her mouth. His grin was wicked when he leaned up. “That was a good start for the night.”
Chapter Nine
Angus remained on his side, his eyes shut as Nari quietly found her clothing and escaped to the other room to get dressed. Morning light streamed into the room beneath the cheap blinds, while her cinnamon scent hovered all around. His body began to awaken again. He’d learned every inch of her the night before, and now he only wanted her more. A part of him, one he didn’t much like, wanted to let her sneak away quietly.
Instead, he rolled from the bed and yanked on a pair of jeans from the floor. He padded barefoot to the doorway and stopped as he heard her speaking softly.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” Her voice was muffled.
He sighed and walked into his barren living room to see her somewhat dressed, sitting on the floor with her face buried in Roscoe’s furry neck.
The dog looked up at him, his ears perked and his eyes intelligent.
Was he judging Angus? Angus frowned at the mutt and Roscoe’s tongue rolled out.
