And heaven help him, it was almost too much. He clutched his groin, unable to stop the guttural noise that left his throat the moment she was naked before him. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Worshipfully, he smoothed his hand across her breasts, squeezing, rubbing. Small, pert, with rose-pink nipples that begged for his tongue. “I’m going to dream of these for the rest of my life.” He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the right one, licking, savoring, twirling his tongue around the stiff peak while his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her heat.
Her breathing became heavier, her noises louder. “More, please. I... oh my God, I’m going to come.”
A shudder rolled through her, and then another, and another, until finally her whole body went boneless and she sank into the mattress.
Stretching out alongside her, he ignored the ache between his legs and smoothed a hand down her chest, sliding it over her soft, dewy skin, in awe of how gorgeous she looked. Eyes closed, pink blush on her cheeks, a soft smile. If the evening stopped here, he’d be okay with it, he realized. Just knowing he’d put that look on her face.
Slowly her eyes blinked open. “Before I met you, I’d forgotten how good an orgasm could feel.”
He wanted to ask how long it had been and who it had been with or if she’d been alone, but he realized he might not like the answer. “I’m glad I could remind you.”
She stretched, fluid like a cat, before shifting onto her side so they faced each other. “Do you think you could remind me again in a few minutes?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed her lips, then again, and again, deepening it each time as she began to kiss him back. “How far do you want to go?” he whispered, shifting from her lips to kiss down her neck, nuzzling, inhaling the scent of her.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Do you want it in baseball terms?”
He smiled against her neck. “Like first base, second base?”
“I think we covered third base already.” Her breathing shifted as his fingers slid over her nipples. “Now I want a home run.”
“Thank fuck.” Smiling, he rested his head on his elbow and skated his free hand over her breasts, down her flat stomach, then back up again, all the way across her collarbone and up to her face, taking a mental inventory of her.
“I’m not soft.” Hazel eyes stared right back at him, unapologetic. “I have angles, not curves.”
“Turns out I’m a fan of angles.”
She gave a little shake of her head, then flopped onto her back, a smile tilting her lips. “I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: You’re good for my ego.” Her face turned toward him. “What about wrinkles and cellulite? Don’t tell me you’re a fan of those too.”
He ran his gaze deliberately down her body. “I see only the strong, sexy body of a disciplined woman who takes care of herself.”
Her expression softened and a moment later her hands reached under his T-shirt. He hissed, hardening impossibly further as her fingers touched his overly heated skin. “I see a T-shirt covering a body I’d like to explore.” She cocked her head. “Can I?”
“Hell yes.” He threw off his shirt. “You can do anything you like to me.”
Her eyes rested on his chest and his heart pounded against his ribs as he waited for her to touch him again. But she took her sweet time, studying him carefully, as if he were an exhibit. Or... “Livvy?” Her gaze jumped to his. “You prefer a hairy chest?” He looked down at his ink: his daughter’s name, a chef’s hat, a cocktail shaker. “You don’t like tattoos?”
She seemed to shake herself. “Oh, no.” She searched his expression. “You can’t seriously think you’re anything other than utterly beautiful?”
The air went out of his lungs in a rush, relief swamping him. “Then touch me, please.”
Finally those hands rested on him, and he drew in a breath, willing his body to calm as her fingers ran over the ridges of his abdomen, curious, testing, their mission to explore rather than titillate. “Lie down,” she whispered, pushing him onto the mattress, her hands now undoing his trousers, pulling down his zip, grazing against the part of him that was swollen and throbbing with need. Aching to feel her hands on him, he helped her drag his trousers and boxers off, letting out a moan of desperate pleasure as her fingers finally curled around his dick.
She took her time to feel him, to slide her hand up and down his length.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Tighter, harder.” When she began to pull him just like he needed, he grunted, head back on the pillow, thrusting into her grip.
“Chloe was right,” she murmured.
His hips gave another pump. “Right how?”
She gazed up at him a moment, hazel eyes glinting, before lowering her head between his legs.
“Fuck. Forget it, I don’t care. Just keep...” She swallowed and he nearly exploded right there and then. “Christ, just keep doing that.”
He managed another minute, but his control was shredded and he had to push her away. “Need to be inside you,” he whispered hoarsely, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and covering himself before moving over her; his fingers slid into her core and found her drenched.
She widened her thighs and he needed no further encouragement, sinking into her in one deep thrust.
