He planted one large hand over her abdomen and pressed her down to the bed. “You have enough bruises, darlin.’ Hold still.” Then his mouth went at her, lips and tongue, and he held her in place. His teeth sank into her inner thigh with a bit too much force, and then he focused all his attention on her sex.
She climbed fast and hard, breaking with a cry so quickly her mind didn’t have time to catch up with her body. The waves were wide and hard, and she rode them, holding her breath. Finally, she breathed out in relief.
When he lifted his head, satisfaction in his smile, she could only gape. Sometimes it took her forever to reach orgasm. “Wow.”
His laugh slid along her skin like it belonged just there. He stood and unbuckled his belt, kicking his boots off before shoving his cargo pants and boxer-briefs to the floor.
Her mouth watered. Captain Huck Rivers was in proportion with the rest of his spectacular body. She studied two bullet scars near his right hip and a healed knife wound in his right thigh, only a half-inch from his femoral artery. He’d been very lucky to have survived.
She sat up and reached for him.
“You get to take it easy this time.” His voice was teasing but his hands firm as he settled her back down. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”
“Yes, and so are you,” she said, scooting up the bed, smiling at her own joke.
His answering grin was a reward. She was rarely funny.
He grasped her hips and helped her, lifting her up and then settling her down with her hair splayed across the pillow. “Your hair is beyond description.” Rising over her, he reached into the bedside table for a condom, which he ripped open with his teeth.
She took it and leaned down to roll it over his impressive length. “Nothing is beyond description.” Except perhaps the breathless way she was feeling right now.
He settled over her, pushing inside, so slowly she held her breath. He took his time, letting her body accommodate itself to him. His intensity, the way he looked at her, made her want to shy away, but he wouldn’t let her. Huck Rivers took intimacy to a new level, one she didn’t know how to navigate. “Huck?” she whispered.
“I’m here with you.” With one final twist of his hips, he shoved all the way inside her.
She gasped and stilled, her body stretching around his, her nerves firing along his length. He was more than with her. He was all around her. She lifted her thighs and slid them against his hips.
“There you go,” he said, smoothing her hair away from her face. Then he buried his face next to her ear, inhaling. “Strawberries and something else. Something just you and this spectacular color.” He lifted himself up, fully embedded inside her, and captured her gaze. “You’re a perfect mix of colors. Green and blue, red and copper. Such a contrast—it’s beautiful.”
Nobody had said that to her before, and in Huck’s voice there was a sincerity and hint of vulnerability that touched her. “Huck,” she murmured, tracing his hard jawline up to his hair and digging in with both hands.
He flashed her that wicked smile again. Balancing himself with one hand, he pulled out of her, then pushed back in.
She gasped and exhaled as endorphins flooded her body. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Captain,” she whispered, releasing his hair and scoring his flanks until she could reach around and sink her nails into his butt. The man had a very fine butt.
His jaw clamped and he powered inside her, not holding back.
She responded instinctively, letting her body take over for her mind. Endorphins and hormones no longer mattered. Only that feeling, that driving, desperate, tingling feeling that promised ecstasy. That guaranteed unbelievable pleasure.
Only that and the man giving it to her existed.
She shoved her hips up to meet his thrusts, digging her nails into his flesh, holding on with all she had.
He changed his angle and slammed into her even harder, triggering a climax that had her gasping for breath. She shut her eyes and saw sparks as hot waves shuddered through her.
He dropped his face to her hair, burrowing, his body jerking deep inside her with his own climax. He turned his head and licked the shell of her ear before kissing the vulnerable area behind it on her neck.
She gasped and tried to calm her breathing.
He shifted up on one elbow, lazy satisfaction in his light brown eyes. “You okay?”
She tried to stop panting. “Just that the word ‘wow’ is overused in today’s society. It should be sacred.”
His chuckle stirred something more than the physical in her, and warning began to clang in her head. Then he withdrew and stood, going into the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he returned, he slid them both beneath the covers and spooned his overly large body around her.
“I, um, don’t require cuddling,” she said, her face heating.
He nipped her earlobe. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure we’d fit with the size difference. Thought I might have to hang you upside down by the ankles or something.”
