Something she shared with her brother.
Vinceheard the sleepiness in her voice. Any minute she would pass out. He would just stay here until her breathing evened out and then he would sneak out.Vinceclosed his eyes, listening to the night air blowing through the window, accompanied byFiona’ssoft breathing. Hecouldn’tremember the last time he had been so relaxed or content.
Chapter 11
Vincedidn’t know if he was awake or asleep when he felt something touch his cock through his boxers. He tried to ignore it when he felt it again. A finger trailing up and down it. His cock bobbed at the attention. The finger became a hand that stroked featherlight over his growing girth. It was an exploratory touch, not like his many lovers that liked to wake him for one last round before he left.
The hand pulled his cock through the slit in his boxers. He hissed, feeling the cool air on his heated flesh, but it didn’t last long as the grip grew firmer, gliding up and down.Vincereached for the hand, enclosing his hand over hers, and helped guide her. He heard a soft feminine gasp, but he didn’t open his eyes. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.
He was envisioning the hand caressing him belonged to Fiona. A fantasy he’d had more than once. Her hands were soft and long, easily wrapping around his girth in a tight glove. His hips rose and fell in her hand. He imagined it was her tight pussy instead of her hand making him groan.
It would never be a reality. Only a dark fantasy in the back of his mind. Only here could he do whatever he wanted to her. Lick her. Taste her. Fuck her. Make her his.
Hair tickled his bare chest before a hot tongue swirled around his nipple. “Fuck,” he moaned. His hand tightened around hers before he released her, in case he hurt her.
“Vincent.” A siren’s call pulled him towards consciousness.
“No.” He didn’t want to wake up. He wasn’t ready for the dream to end.
“Yes.” Her breath fanned his cheek and then he felt something press against his lips. He opened and felt her tongue slide inside.
His right hand reached up and caught her face. Stroking across her jawline as he allowed her to control the kiss. The hand on his cock lost its momentum but he didn’t care at the moment. He drowned himself in her kisses. Now pulling her down over his chest. Fiona’s legs spread on either side of his torso.
His hands glided down her bare arms and felt the material covering her chest. Not for long. He pulled the low neckline lower, spilling her breasts into his hands. Small, perky and sensitive. He smiled when she rubbed herself over his cock as his thumb grazed her nipple. He fondled her breasts as he plundered her mouth. Encouraged by her mewing noises and grinding her hot core over his exposed cock. He felt her heat. Only the thin barrier of her panties was between him and paradise.
A paradise he wanted to taste and explore.
“Please, Vincent,” Fiona husked, her blunt nails raking down his chest. “I want. . .”
He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too.Vincehad been denying them both. He couldn’t anymore.Vincefinally opened his eyes. He wanted to see the ecstasy written all over her face.
Fiona’s golden eyes blazed brighter than the brightest flame. She licked her lips as she looked down at him, her hips swirling, driving him closer to completion. He wasn’t coming alone.
Tossing her on her back,Vincetore her panties off with the finesse of a brute, but he didn’t care, and Fiona didn’t put up a protest. He’d wanted her for too long and by god he was going to have her. He was going to enact every fantasy he’d had about this woman and he knew just where to start.
“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his eyes locked on hers.
Fiona sprawled on the bed, legs splayed open, watching him eagerly. “I want you.”
“Say my name.” He demanded. He wanted to hear her scream his name. It was one of his darkest fantasies. “Tell me who’s touching you. Who’s going to make you explode.”
“Vincent.” She gasped as his hands stroked over her belly toward the apex of her thighs in a teasing motion.
Too formal. He didn’t like her calling him that. “Vince.” He corrected.
“Vince.” She repeated.
Vince felt his cock swell more, if that was possible. Normally he could pleasure a woman for hours before claiming his own orgasm. Not with Fiona. He’d wanted her for too long. They’d been dancing around this fire between them for years. He couldn’t promise this would last long, but by god he was going to make it good for her.
His hand skimmed over her open sex but skirted around her bundle of nerves. That would come soon. “Tell me you want this.”
“I do,” she panted, her breasts rising and falling. “Tell me you want me.”
“I do.” He couldn’t lie anymore. “God help me but I do.”
“Then take me. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
That was all the reassurance he needed.Vincedove straight for her sex lips, sucking on her clit. Fiona tried to clamp her legs shut around his head butVinceused his superior strength to keep her open and exposed.
