That’s a puzzle for a different moment, though. Right now, I can’t hold back. And I can’t push too hard.
So I take my time lifting her shirt over her head, letting my fingers skim the delicate structure of her ribcage. The fabric disappears with excruciatingslowness, even though my cock weeps for release.
Pain is nothing. Pain is a promise and a test to see which one of us wins.
I always win.
She toes off her boots, the sound of them hitting the floor a loudthunkin the quiet room. I don’t pay any attention, my gaze riveted on the lean, fine-boned lines of her body beneath me. She’s small, delicate, even, and yet a toned, deceptive strength undercuts every muscle.
I run a finger down her breastbone to her bellybutton, eliciting a full-body shiver, and she sits up.
“My turn.” She reaches for me, brushing her fingers against my zipper and yanking at the button of my jeans, and my eyes shudder shut. I stop—just for a second—because that touch isn’t playful. It’s searching.
“Sweet Jesus,” I tell her softly. “You take your time. Touch anything you want, darlin’. I’m yours.”
“I don’t want to take my time.” Her hips move restlessly, and she tugs my zipper down. “I want you.”
Then it’s a fucking good thing I’ve got a condom in my wallet.
She tugs my shirt off as I reach for my back pocket, hands fumbling, catching flashes of her expression in the shadows. Her eyes are hot and heavy-lidded, teeth clamped on her lower lip.
I manage to get the condom free and toss it to the bed beside her as she kicks my pants down to myknees. I step out of them, losing my shoes in the process, and she frees my cock, wrapping her hand around the base and rewarding me with a languid squeeze that has my teeth gritting.
She leans forward, wraps her other palm around one asscheek, and pulls me forward. Her eyes glint up at me in the dim light as she opens her mouth and slowly, carefully, swipes a delicate lick around my tip. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs.
My mouth goes dry. “I won’t say no,” I manage.
With a siren’s smile curving her lips, she wraps her lips around me and swallows me down. My eyes fall closed at the suction of her warm, wet mouth—absolute fucking perfection—but I force them back open, unwilling to sacrifice the sight her bobbing on my dick.
“Fuck...”
If I don’t stop her, I run the risk of embarrassing myself. I swallow a groan and pull her gently off of me. “My cock needs to be in your pussy. Now.”
Her dark chuckle disappears beneath another kiss. Her skin burns straight through me—hot and tight—and my mind flashes to her question in the truck.
Did we…
No.
But someone did. And the thought makes me want to break something.
“You like?” she asks, breathless.
My kiss turns bruising. “More than.”
I roll the condom down my length and pause between her legs. Her knees lift around my hips. Her jeans are still on.
Shit.
“Up,” I tell her. “Off with the bra.”
She jumps at the demand—then obeys. The bra goes flying into who-the-fuck-cares territory, and I drag my mouth down to the button on her jeans, kissing the skin just above it like a claim.
She helps me pull her jeans and panties free in one smooth motion, and then I’m pushing her back to the bed and settle between her thighs.
Her scent hits me, and my mouth waters. Pretty, pink, and dripping wet.
I lower like I’m going to taste her—because I want to—but her fingers tangle in my hair and she drags me up, mouth on mine again.
