I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop this time.
And I was so fucking tired of fighting it. I claimed her lips with mine, immediately possessing her mouth in a way I hoped no one had kissed her before. My hands were on her hips, then on her back, and then down to squeeze a handful of her ass and pull her deeper into my greedy kiss.
The comforter was in my way, and I was ready to be done with it. The fire had warmed me enough, and I was too focused now to care if I was still cold.
My mouth trailed down the soft skin of her neck, and I bent her over my arm, letting my kiss trace the edge of the damp shirt that clung to her curves. I was ready to be done with that too.
When I tugged the fabric up and off with hurried hands, her arms tangled in the straps momentarily. Like my jeans, I threw her shirt to the floor with force, annoyed it had gotten in my way.
Her haunting eyes were full of hunger, and I was relieved to see everything I was feeling reflected in them.
As soon as the shirt was gone, my hands were back on her, caressing her shoulders, sliding down the front of her chest while my mouth crashed against hers.
The heat of it was intoxicating. Addicting. But she broke the kiss to issue a soft sigh when my fingertips traced the satin-laced edge of her bra.
She was trembling.
Or shivering. I couldn’t tell.
“Are you still cold?” I asked, softly and with concern.
“I don’t know,” she blurted.
A smile threatened to break on my face, but I held it back. Instead, I grabbed the comforter I had dropped to our feet and spread it out by the hearth. I didn’t want to stand anymore. I had plans for her, and they did not involve her being upright.
She gasped when I hooked one arm behind her knees and one behind her back, dropping her into my hold. I hadn’t meant to catch her by surprise, but the urgency was building inside me, and I was powerless to stop it. I set her in my lap as I sat on the floor, the comforter pinned beneath me.
Her eyes shut when I kissed her again, an aggressive one that she answered eagerly. This was what I wanted, and yet it wasn’t enough. My fingers curled around a strap of her bra and drew the elastic down, freeing one breast that I immediately covered with my mouth.
She sucked in a breath through locked teeth as her nipple tightened under my command.
Bill’s warning echoed, and then the thought was gone. Even then, I’d known this was going to happen.
Well, maybe not known. But I'dhoped.
She was still trembling as her hands reached behind her, but I got the sense it was with need as she unclasped her bra and let me drag the fabric away.
Desire pounded hotly through me, urging me to rush, but my head overruled it. I wanted to take this slow. To enjoy every moment we had, because each second with her felt like I didn’t deserve it. Like I’d stolen it.
Fuck, her body was a thing of beauty.
Her skin was soft as velvet. She shuddered with pleasure when I palmed her breast and brushed my thumb over her tight pink nipple, making her breath go shallow.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I said.
It must have activated something inside her. She moved suddenly, slamming her mouth into mine with a kiss that was passionate and intense, while she turned in my arms. She twisted until she could straddle my lap, flattening her bare breasts against my chest.
We let out a mutual sound of satisfaction at the contact.
I gripped her waist, fingers digging into her hip to press her down and make her feel how turned on she made me. What I’d teasingly tell her was her fault if this wasn’t so fucking dire. I was thick and hard between her legs. Only lace and cotton separated us.
Normally, I enjoyed a woman on top. It was a great view, after all. But I tightened my arm around her waist and rolled until she was beneath me. Her blonde hair splashed across the dark quilt, the firelight flickering over every inch of her gorgeous bare skin.
On my journey down toward her stomach, I took a slight detour to suck on one of her breasts. I nipped softly, but her sharp inhale of breath made me freeze.
Was that too rough?
I tilted my head to look up at her with alarm, only to see that her expression said it was pleasure, not pain.
