Utterly devastating.
My mouth goes dry. I can feel my blood rushing, every inch of me desperate to feel her. Consume her.
Devourher.
“Keep going.” My voice is a low rasp, barely audible.
She glances at the pants still covering my legs. “Youstill have clothes on.”
I almost laugh.Almost. But I don’t let her get away with the distraction.
I slowly rise to my feet, letting every inch of tension between us stretch and tighten. I don’t rush, but I don’t waste time either. I kick off my shoes, shove down my socks, then grip the waistband of my pants and push them down, briefs and all.
The air hits my skin. So does her heated stare.
Her eyes widen, dark and unreadable as they fix on my hard length.
“Where is that going to fit?” she whispers under her breath.
The corner of my mouth curves. I wrap a hand around my erection and move toward her, close enough to feel the warmth of her body against mine, though we’re not touching. Not yet.
“I’ll make sure it does,” I murmur, low and certain, brushing my mouth against her ear. “And that you enjoy every second of it.”
She shivers a full-body tremor, then steps back, her gaze never leaving mine. Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra. It slips from her shoulders and falls to the floor, revealing the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. Then, with the same achinggrace, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down her legs.
I forget how to fucking breathe.
She’s…
Jesus.
Naked. Unashamed. Fucking glorious.
Every inch of her is a goddamn masterpiece. Soft, full curves. Smooth skin begging to be touched.
But it’s her eyes that wreck me.
The trust in them. The hunger. The way she looks at me like shebelongsto me.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Claire.” My voice cracks with wonder.
But I don’t wait for her to respond. I grip the back of her head and crash my mouth against hers.
Her lips part on a gasp as I claim her. The raw, unfiltered sound undoes me. She tastes like mint and wine and something uniquely Claire. Sweet, but with an edge, like the fire she tries to keep hidden.
I dive in deeper, my hands finding her waist, spanning the smooth curve of her hips. Her skin is warm, impossibly soft, and I want to own every inch of it. Memorize her. Brand her into my fucking soul.
Her fingers thread into my hair, gripping tight, and something primal inside me snaps. I deepen the kiss even more, one hand sliding up her ribcage to the underside of her breast. I tease her, circling her taut peak with my thumb until she arches into me, her breath hitching.
“Christ, you feel good,” I murmur, dragging my mouth down her jaw, her throat, pausing to worship the delicate dip at the base of it.
I press open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone as my hands roam, learning the shape of her. The swell of her hips. Thecurve of her lower back. The warmth between her thighs that has me gripping her tighter to keep from losing it entirely.
I want to go slow. Want to make this last. But fuck, I’m barely hanging on.
Her skin flushes beneath my touch, a living canvas reacting to every glide of my fingers, every scrape of my stubble. Her lips are swollen, pupils blown wide with lust, chest rising and falling in quick little bursts.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice rough with restraint.
