“I’d love that if you want.”
She looks up at me over her shoulder. Smiling and unguarded. Fully open to me. “Your arms would feel so safe.”
CHAPTER 9
It’s dark as oil when I feel him shift against me. His mouth brushing my neck.
Oh lord.That feels so good.
"Mmmm," I purr, tilting my head so he can move easily along the length of my throat.
I think we’ve been asleep. But I hope this isn’t a dream.
The large, calloused palm of his hand slips below the T-shirt I found in the dresser.
"Couldn’t keep myself from waking you up," he says quietly.
I grin into the darkness as my heart does loops. "Well, I’m glad you did."
When his hand slides side-to-side against my stomach then drifts down to my hip, the air in my throat evaporates.
He flexes his hand, gripping my hip through the thin pair of shorts someone provided for unprepared guests.
"I’m dying to have you," he murmurs. "I said I wanted to wait, but this feels too right."
"I know," I whisper, as I reach back and brush my hand along his upper thigh. He’s still in jeans. Always ready to leap into action if danger comes.
"Can I talk you into taking these off, big guy?"
He goes still. A low growl rumbles in against my back. "Yeah. You can, but if they come off, we’re gonna cross a line."
"That’s why I asked."
He shifts behind me. One boot thuds on the floor, then the second. A metal belt buckle jangles. A zipper hums. Then he’s against my butt with his hard shaft covered in cotton boxer-briefs.
Warm tingles erupt all over my skin. I can’t believe I’m going to sleep with him.A stranger.
Only he’s not. He’s unraveled more of my secrets, deeper parts of me in a matter of hours than any other human has.
But his control and restraint are driving me crazy. The more he holds back the more I want.
"Are we having sex with these on?" I tease, my hand drifting back to stroke along his length, over the cotton fabric.
Whoa. Big. BIG.
When his nose finds my ear, he rasps, "I’m determined to take this slow. You deserve that."
Ooof. He’s not real. He can’t be.
But god if I can stop myself from needing him.
"I want you," I whisper into the darkness, my hips grinding back, pushing against him with abandon I’ve never felt before.
The same way he touched me earlier, he palms my pussy, giving my clit the pressure I’m dying for.
"The way you do that, it’s insanely good," I say, whimpering, rocking forward and back. Forward against his hand. Back against his long, thick cock.
"Careful," he says, husky, strained voice against my temple. "Fuck, honey, you’re asking for trouble."
