His next kiss lost the edge of softness, his tongue sliding straight in while he rolled her beneath him on the mattress with practiced ease. His fingers went to the waistband of her panties. One second she was wearing them, the next they were gone.
She separated her thighs and wrapped one leg around his waist, and he was right there, nudging into her even though the thin barrier of his briefs separated them.
He reached down and touched her clit. She jolted. A whole-body jolt. The felt-him-everywhere kind.
His lips moved to her neck, and he sucked as he stroked her, his thumb rolling and playing. Tormenting.
When he eased one finger inside her, she gasped, her entire body throbbing to life.
Torturously slowly, he drew out of her and then back in, his thumb still moving and stroking.
She writhed and ground against him, fire building in her belly.
Desperately, she reached between them and dipped her hand into his briefs. He was thick and long as she pulled him out.
His finger slipped out of her and stilled, his muscles bunching as she ran her palm over his cock.
“Jesus, Polly.” His head fell into the crook of her neck.
She pressed his tip to her entrance and stroked her hand up and down his length. Exploring him. Increasing her pace, then slowing down again. She learned what he liked, taking in every hitch in his breathing. Every tensing of his biceps. Then she rubbed his tip up and down her clit, igniting a new need deep inside her.
Groans and masculine hums rippled into the air before he suddenly growled and rolled away.
She barely had time to register what he was doing before he’d covered his cock with a condom.
Her breath caught at the sight of him beside the bed. Big and powerful, every inch of him was hard.
He returned to her slowly, climbing over her still body, separating her thighs as he settled between them. Her chest hummed at the feel of him right there at her entrance.
He lowered his head. His mouth was so close to hers that she could feel his breath against her lips as he whispered, “You’re mine, Polly Mack.”
Then he sank deep inside her. Stretching her. Filling her. Chasing away the entire world.
Joel touchedhis forehead to hers, and for a moment it felt like Polly held his heart in the palm of her hand. He had to relearn how to breathe. How to move air in and out of his lungs.
Her leg tightened around his waist, tugging him that bit deeper.
He growled and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth and licking it over hers as he lifted his hips and thrust back in.
Her whimper wove through him, creating one of those core memories that he knew would live inside him. He rocked back and forth again, and again, completely losing himself in her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her gasps and moans so loud they shattered the otherwise quiet.
He cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers, loving the way she gripped his wrist, not to pull him away but to hold him there.
She didn’t need to. He wasn’t going anywhere.
He thrust harder, deeper. Her head lolled back, exposing that creamy neck, and he took advantage, dipping to taste her delicate skin.
Shit, she tasted good. Sweet like a drug that could hold him in the clutches of addiction. This woman was in his bones, his blood. She’d already buried herself so deep, he knew there was no getting her out.
He lowered his hand between her thighs and stroked her clit.
She arched and whimpered.
He did it again.
“Joel.”
