Sten dropped to a crouch and unlaced his boots.
Kicking them off as he rose again, he got rid of his socks, unzipped his pants and shoved them down along with his boxer briefs. The whole time, he held her gaze. The cream-colored cable-knit sweater he wore came off last.
And that was it. He was naked.
Madison scraped her teeth across her lower lip and sighed. He was so easy to look at, that handsome face, all those lean, hard muscles. His penis was half erect, the sight of it causing a stab of uneasiness as to what would actually happen here tonight.
“I’m nervous.” There. She’d confessed it.
“Change your mind?” He asked it quietly, and the way his gaze held hers was reassuring, even soothing. “You only need to say so.”
She drew in a shuddery breath as she shook her head. “No way. I’m, um, in.”
He came down to her and gathered her close, pulling her onto his lap as his lips covered hers.
She could feel him growing harder and bigger against her hip. Her anxiousness ratcheted up again. But he just kept on kissing and caressing her in a way that was somehow an end in itself. His body said he wanted her. But still, he wasn’t pushing her. He kissed her like it was enough for him—more than enough. Like it was everything.
Her nerves slowly settled. It was better, easier, with him wrapped all around her, holding her, skin to skin.
He pulled away enough to kiss the tip of her nose and each of her cheeks. And then his mouth touched hers again, lightly and then going deeper. He lay back on the pillows, pulling her with him. She ended up on top of him, kind of draped all over him. The long, drugging kiss continued. At the same time, he lavished her with long, slow caresses, down her back, over her shoulders, along her arms.
He took her bra away and then pushed down her panties—which got hung up around her knees. She wiggled to kick them off, but they hardly budged and that made her feel awkward and bumbling.
Because really, how it could possibly work, the mechanics of this thing called sex, if her panties were keeping her knees from opening?
But then he swept a confident hand down the outside of her thigh, turning her on top of him as he guided both of her legs to one side of him. In a slow caress, he brought that same hand beneath her other thigh and then lower, until his fingers touched the soft undercurves of her knees—and the unbudgeable panties. Just like that, the swatch of lace and elastic glided down over her shins. With a silly little giggle, she kicked them off at last.
Things got kind of hazy after that. She felt loose and easy, at home in her skin, with him all around her, stroking her, those wonderful fingers sliding down to cup her mound. She moaned when he did that. It felt so natural, so right.
He rolled them, so she was lying on her back. And he touched her some more. Her legs just fell open, kind of by themselves. He eased a finger in and then another. She was very wet and it felt really good and she kind of wished he would just keep doing what he was doing and never stop.
She moaned, rolling her head away from his drugging kiss, murmuring, “Sten. That. Right there. Never stop...”
He caught her lips again, kissed the words right off her mouth, his tongue sweeping behind her parted lips, arousing her almost as powerfully as the things his fingers were doing down below.
She came without a hint of warning, rising and hitting the crest on a cry of surprised delight. It wasn’t her first orgasm. She might be a virgin, but she was intimately acquainted with her own body. It wasn’t her first, but oh, it was glorious. It felt good to be with him, to let go in his arms—so very good.
Sten kissed her some more. Really, he was a master at this. He kissed her as though kissing her could never get old for him, and as for those hands of his...
The guy had mad skills, no question about it.
She lay there in afterglow, thinking that it couldn’t get any better than what had just happened.
But then he kissed the curve of her jaw. He dropped a string of hot, lovely kisses along the column of her throat.
And lower.
Down and down and down he went, now and then pausing to nip at her with his teeth, bringing a gasp of excited surprise followed by a low hum of pure pleasure when those velvety lips of his were on her again.
She closed her eyes in lazy delight—only to lift her head and stare down the length of her naked body. “Oh!” she cried at the sight of her thighs draped over his broad shoulders, his mouth right there where his fingers had been before.
He glanced up. Their eyes met, but he just went on kissing her most private place.
With a sigh of surrender, she let her head drop back to the pillow. It was all too hot and urgent and wonderful. She felt the edges of her control fraying.
Control of what?she asked herself with another breathless little moan.
She had no control. She was flesh and bone and pure sensation and Sten played her like he knew every inch of her, like all of her—body, mind and heart—was his and his alone.
