Whatever qualms he’d had the other night were forgotten. He was in full command, leaving no doubt of where this was going. Fast.
Just the way she wanted it. Her body responded to the frantic urgency, moving more insistently. Demandingly.
Hurry.
He heard her. Responding in kind. He devoured her neck and shoulder as his hand skimmed her waist to take hold of her hip to pull her firmly against him. Grinding. Thrusting. Giving her a hint of what was to come.
She couldn’t wait. She whimpered, almost coming apart. Her body didn’t feel like her own. She felt like a stranger. An uninhibited stranger who was giving in to every sensual impulse she’d ever had. The warmth of his mouth on her skin was incredible, but the feel of him behind her was something else entirely. It was indescribable.Perfect.
Her nightshirt had risen up to her waist during the night, meaning it didn’t have much farther to go before it was pulled over her head. Her thong was hastily slid down over her hips to her feet, where she could kick it off, as his hand dipped between her legs to stroke her.
She started to moan, instantly wet. Like last time, he knew just how to touch her. Where to touch her for maximumpleasure. She didn’t open her eyes; she just let herself feel, giving over to the powerful sensations that had taken control of her body.
There was no stopping it. No drawing it out. His breath was coming too hard, his stroke too demanding, the feel of their bodies grinding too familiar.
It was like a freight train of need barreling down on her. She started to cry out as he forced her over the edge.
She’d barely had time to come down before he was lifting her hips and probing her tingly flesh with the thick, blunt tip of his erection.
A new shudder that was like nothing she’d ever experienced before went through her. It was raw. Primal. Pleasure at its most extreme. She wanted him inside her now. She wanted that big body pounding inside her, muscles flared and taut with need for her.
She was warm and wet and ready from her orgasm, and he didn’t hesitate. With one hard thrust he surged inside her.
She cried out at the sensation. At the possession. At the feel of him deep inside her. He was big and thick and long, and she could feel every powerful inch as he thrust a little deeper and harder.
When he was touching the deepest part of her, he stopped and held himself there as if savoring the connection. She’d never felt closer to anyone in her life. In the midst of the sexual frenzy, it was a strangely poignant and romantic moment.
But then, as if the brief pause had taken all his reserve, he started to move. Thrusting slow and deep. Hard and possessive. Her body jolting with every stroke.
This was what she’d been craving. Hot, wild, dirty sex. To be fucked by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
Faster. Harder. Oh God, yes. Just like that. Take me....
Had she spoken aloud? When he swore and tightened his grasp on her hips to quicken his stroke, she thought she might have.
She arched against him, wanting even more. She loved the feel of her bottom against his groin, her back against his chest, and her breasts straining toward... his hand. He cupped andsqueezed her breast while his fingers plied her nipple to a tight bud.
She could feel the need building in her again. The storm of frenzy waiting to unleash. She knew he’d be good in bed, but she’d never thought it would be like this.
“That’s it, sweetheart—come for me again.” She could feel the warmth of his breath by her ear, and it only made her shuddering worse. “You are so fucking hot. You’re making me wild. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
His hand skimmed down her stomach and he touched her between her legs just as he thrust deep and hard. She went off like a bomb. Sensation shattered in a thousand directions. Her head exploded in an array of blazing light and color.
He shuddered once, and then cursed.
He pulled out so suddenly it took her a minute to realize what had happened. He’d nearly come inside her. Which wouldn’t have been such a big deal if he’d been wearing a condom.
No condom.It took a moment for that to sink in, given the other very powerful feelings that were still reverberating through her body. It wasn’t just orgasmic bliss—it was something else. Something she didn’t want to put words to.
Unfortunately, he did.
Twenty
What the fuck was that? Something had just happened, and whatever it was had left Dean reeling.
It had been... Shit, he couldn’t even describe it. But it had been an entirely different level. He felt as if he’d been wallowing in the minor leagues and had just gotten called up to the bigs.
He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as the blood pounding through his body—including his heart—returned to normal. His breathing was hard and heavy, not from the length of his exertion—he sure as hell wasn’t going to win any marathon awards for that—but from the intensity. Every muscle, every bone, every fiber of his body had been invested and focused on what he was doing to her. What was happening. The feelings, the sensations had taken hold of him completely in a way that he’d never experienced before.
