My three favorite words. I slide them down her long, toned legs, slipping them off, then just admiring the sight.
Even in the dark, I can see enough of her, and I want it all.I want to bury my face between those thighs, lick and suck her pretty pink pussy. Make her grab my hair and scream my name as I eat her up.
But when she flings off her shirt and sits up, I’m greeted by full, creamy tits, and my brain scrambles.
“Every inch of you is beautiful,” I say, wishing I had more words, better words, but I hope those are enough.
She meets my eyes and her expression is so vulnerable and so aroused at the same time, it makes my heart squeeze. Her gaze drifts down to my legs. “Your dick is beautiful.”
This woman. I dip my face and brush a quick kiss to those red lips. “Who knew such a good girl had such a filthy mouth,” I say, then hop out of bed and head to her suitcase. “Good thing your sister was ambitious.”
“Because you are too?”
“You bet I am,” I say, grabbing the sleeve, then tearing off one as I return to the bed and settle between her thighs. Her hands are back on me in a nanosecond. Running up my thighs, traveling over my abs where she stops at the cat, tracing its tail, its ears, then darting down to my cock.
She gives me a pump.
“So fucking eager for my dick,” I muse. “Who would have thought?”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll give you every inch of what you want tonight.” As I open the condom, I don’t take my eyes off her, and she never takes her hands off me.
I roll on the condom, then notch the head of my dick against her sweet, wet center, and I haul in a breath. I’m not even pushing inside her. I’m just rubbing against her and I’m shaking. It’s that fucking good.
I’ve got to keep it together for her. I pause, rub a hand up her belly, travel to her breasts. “It’s been a while,” I confess.
She smiles softly. “It’s okay. I just want you.”
And hell, if that isn’t the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I sink inside, and my world spirals away for a white-hot minute. The feel of her. My god, the incomparable, incredible feel of this woman.
She’s warm and tight, and she’s arching her back already. I ease out as a hot wave of pleasure shoots down my spine.
Her lips part as she looks up at me. “More,” she whispers, urging me on.
“Whatever you want,” I say, then sink back into her again.
She gasps, then grabs my neck, holding on tight.
I clench my jaw, narrowing all my focus to her, just her as I rock my hips. Finding a rhythm. Seeking the right pace for my woman.
Doesn’t take long to discover it since Remy’s roaming her hands into my hair, and whispering, “Faster, harder, yes.”
And I obey. I piston my hips, pumping faster, reading her cues.
Her hair’s fanned out on the pillow. Her breasts are heaving. Her arms are locked tight around me.
Funny, I didn’t expect her to be so…bold. There’s so much of her that seems to hold back. She measures her words, and makes sure everyone else is okay, including me.
Like when she wanted to suck me off.
But tonight, in the dark, in this small-town inn where it feels like we’re the only ones in the world, she’s giving in to her desire.
And somehow…that’s me.
With every moan, every cry, I move faster, I sink deeper, and I hold off. I don’t stray from the mission of her.
As her breaths come faster, turning more ragged, I ask, “What do you need, beautiful? Want to get you there.”
