Darius took his time, drank in the sight of her. Those beautiful eyes. Long, golden hair. Her small, perfect breasts with their rosy nipples. The triangle of dark blond curls between her thighs. Her slim, athletic legs and little toes. He reached out, cupped one delicate breast, caressed its velvety tip with his thumb, saw her body tense, his cock going rock hard as her nipple drew tight.
But she wasn’t about to be left out.
She reached for his fly, unzipped his jeans, and slipped her hand inside his boxers to stroke him, her dilated pupils and the naked hunger on her face telling him she liked what she saw.
He knew she couldn’t easily bend, so he pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips and stepped out of them, hiding nothing from her. It took some effort just to stand there and let her look her fill, her good hand exploring him from his abs to his bruised chest and back down to his cock again.
She lifted her gaze to his, stepped backward, and sat on the edge of her bed. “I’m on the pill.”
And thatright thereonly proved how out of his mind he was right now. The guy who’d never gone on a date without a condom hadn’t given a thought to protection.
“Oh,” he said stupidly.
Still looking into his eyes, she smiled, took hold of his cock, drew him nearer—and took him into the heat of her mouth.
“Mmm.” He willed himself to hold still, his fingers sliding into her hair as she explored him, caressing his length with her hand, swirling her tongue over the aching head. “Geezus.”
It felt so fucking good, the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth intensely erotic. But Darius knew where this would end.
He caught her face between his hands. “Stop.”
Lust a jackhammer in his chest, he dropped to his knees, ignoring his own discomfort. With Sasha still sitting upright, he scooted her bottom to the very edge of the bed and pushed her knees wide apart, opening her to his view and his touch.
Darius had always found every inch of women’s bodies beautiful—all those delicate folds, that sweet, sensitive flesh. To her credit, Sasha didn’t seem to be self-conscious the way so many women were. “You are perfect—good enough to eat.”
He parted her with his fingers and tasted her with a long stroke of his tongue.
“Oh!” Her hips gave an involuntary jerk, her eyes going wide.
“Hang on, angel. I’m just getting started.”
He explored her with tongue and fingers, testing, tasting, teasing, getting the measure of her, seeking the best ways to pleasure her. Then he covered her with his mouth and suckled her.
She cried out, her body jerking, her fingers sliding into his hair. “Oh, Dare.”
Darius built up a rhythm, sucking her, stroking her clit with his tongue, and before he knew it, he was lost in her, drunk on her. Like a starving man, he feasted on her, her erotic taste and scent making him moan, his blood burning for her.
Her breath was uneven now, every exhale ragged, her fingers fisting in his hair, her thighs tensing.
He slid a finger inside her wet heat and was gratified at her throaty moan. She was close, so close. He thrust deep, caressing her inside and out.
Her body went rigid, her head fell back, and she shattered, coming with a cry.
He rode it out with her, keeping up the pace until her climax had passed and she sagged against him. He kissed her inner thighs then rocked back on his heels, holding her so that she wouldn’t slide off the bed.
Her head was tilted to the side, blond strands covering one cheek, her eyes closed, a blissed-out expression on her face. She raised her head, opened her eyes, and gave him a smile that he felt to his balls. “You are freakingincredible.”
“It’s not over yet.”
Sasha’s heartskipped a beat at those words. Weak from pleasure, her mind blissfully blank, she looked into Darius’ smokey eyes, saw his need for her still burning. But she was still healing, and he’d been hurt today.
She asked the obvious question. “How are we going to do this?”
Sasha talked about it for a moment, working through the possibilities. As a climber, she was all about finding creative ways to move her body. “You could sit on the edge of the bed, and I could straddle your lap.”
Darius’ brow furrowed. “Yeah.”
“Or you could lie down on your back, and I could ride you, though you’d have to help me get on top.”
