Sliding her hands downhis sides, she smiled.
“I’ll takethat as a yes.” Another push and more of him filled her. “Just alittle more to go, darlin’.”
Again a push and then hiships were against hers. She sighed. He felt solid and thick andfilled her completely. She lifted her knees, her thighs hugging hiships. He hung over her, his arms trembling, his head hung, his eyesclosed.
“There’smore, isn’t there?” she asked.
His eyes flew open.“Christ, yes.”
“Well, then.”She shifted her hips, moaning at the feel.
His eyes darkened. “Don’ttempt me. I’m barely holding on as it is.”
What if shetightened—
He growled and pulledback. She drew in her breath at the feel of him moving inside her,as he slowly pushed back in. He cupped he back of her thigh anddrew it higher, changing the angle. She threw back her head, thesensations increasing. He shifted again and he hit something thatmade stars exploded inside her.
“There,” hegrowled in triumph.
She couldn’t speak, couldonly feel as he hit that spot over and over again, a steady slideof his thick, hard length inside her, making climax build and buildin her. Her nipples were tight to the point of pain, her skinburning, and he kept hitting her in that spot, over and over again.Then, his thumb brushed against her clitoris.
Pleasure exploded. Shecould hear herself moaning, screaming, as the sensation streakedthrough her endlessly. His thrusts became quicker, losing control,and he buried his head in her neck as he pistoned into her, hisflesh slapping against hers. Suddenly, he pulled himself from her,and she felt something warm and wet against her belly as he moanedhis pleasure.
Fingers drifting up anddown his back, her heart calmed as she listened to it find a rhythmwith his, their harsh breaths smoothing.
“Goddamnit,”he finally said, his voice muffled against her skin. “I didn’t evenget my trousers off.”
Surprise stilled her, herfingers paused on his back. “What?”
“You deservedbetter.” In a flurry of movement, he grabbed his shirt and cleanedher belly.
“Better?” Howon earth could it possibly be better?
Determination lit hisdark eyes. “I can do better. Starting with taking my damn trousersoff.” Pushing himself up, he started wrestling with saidtrousers.
Still in a daze, shewatched him. Perhaps she should remove her clothing too? It was astruggle to get her elbows beneath her, and even more of one toattempt to rise.
“Don’t youmove,” he ordered. “We’re going to do this again, andproperly.”
“Okay.”Collapsing against the bedding, she laced her hands over herstomach. “So it can be better?”
He froze. “Why? What waswrong with it?”
“Nothing. Iam merely repeating what you propounded.”
He closed his eyes,swallowed. “A ten-dollar word.” His expression changed and, bendingover her, he caged her with his arms. “Are you making fun of me?”he asked dangerously.
“I wouldnever do such a thing.” She merely wanted him to do everything withher again. And again. And then again.
“Becausethere are consequences to such things. Severe ones,” he growled,his lips an inch from hers.
And, for the second time,he didn’t get his trousers all the way off.
ChapterSixteen
SUNLIGHT DANCED ACROSS HER closed eyelids. Sighing,Hope stretched, the bedsheets warm against her skin.
She froze. Against herskin?
