In her bedroom, I put her down on her feet, and she wasted no time kicking off her jeans and shoes. Then she dropped to her knees to wrench off my boots and yank my jeans to the ground. She nuzzled against my legs like a cat, making little sounds that came close to purring. Lips and cheeks rubbed my thighs, her hands gripping the globes of my ass to keep me where she wanted me. Pushing up higher, the thin cotton of my briefs was the only thing between my throbbing erection and her dragging lips.
My head fell back against the wall behind me, and the bite of pain convinced me this was real. It didn’t make sense. How was it possible Zara was touching me like this? Slipping her hands down the back of my briefs to draw me closer? Putting her mouth on me, humming with pleasure?
My head swam, and my cock was leaking like a faucet. I didn’t know up from down, but I was certain I’d never been this turned on in my life. She hadn’t even touched me without fabric between us, and I was so strung tight it was a miracle I was keeping myself upright. God, if she kept going, rubbing against me like she couldn’t get enough, I was going to lose it.
If we were going to do this, it wasn’t going to go this way.
Reaching down, I caught her under her arms and drew her to her feet.
“Zara,” I rasped.
“Cormac,” she murmured, her lips wet and shiny in the dark.
Her eyes on mine, she unlatched her bra and tossed it aside. Then she took one step back, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, and dragged them all the way off.
Slashes of moonlight made stripes on her perfect skin: a strip across her breasts, a line over her middle, another just below the apex of her thighs. She spun away from me, giving me more peeks. The bottom of her heart-shaped ass. A line of her smooth back. Moon against her inky black hair.
She crawled onto the bed and peered at me over her shoulder, her spine a perfect arch. “Come here, Cormac.”
I moved without thought, leaving my briefs on the ground in my wake. I crawled onto the mattress after her, my knees on either side of her legs. Falling onto my hands, I lowered my chest to her back. My lips met her shoulders, the side of her face, her cheekbone, her hair.
She arched her back even more, pushing her ass up to welcome my cock into its valley. Warm and snug, I pressed down, and she rocked against me. And holy hell, I was going to lose it.
She was…
This was…
I sat back on my knees and rolled her. She held out her arms, and I fell onto her again, our mouths finding each other in the dark. I cupped her breasts, traced her waist, her ribs, learned the shape of her curves with the palm of my hand.
It wasn’t enough.
Nothing felt like enough.
My mouth moved over her—her jaw, her throat, the hollow beneath it—kissing, tasting, breathing her in. She clung to me, nails dragging down my back, legs wrapping tight around my hips, pulling me closer, closer, like she couldn’t stand even an inch of space between us.
Every brush of skin sparked bright. My thoughts were gone—burned away by the heat of her under me. There was only the press of her body, the sound of her breaths breaking apart in the dark, the way she moved against me without hesitation.
She rolled her hips, and my vision nearly whited out. One wrong move, and I would be inside her. Her heat was a beacon, and it was all I could do to resist.
A rough sound tore from my throat. I buried my face against her neck, kissing hard, biting gently. She arched beneath me, hands sliding everywhere at once—over my shoulders, my chest, down my sides.
She mewled my name in a way I’d never heard. Needy and almost frantic.
It hit me like gasoline on a fire.
I caught her face between my hands and kissed her again until we were both panting and the only way through was forward.
Breaking away, I raised my head to look down at her. “Tell me you have a condom.”
It took a beat, then her eyes widened. “Oh god. Cormac…I don’t. Do you?”
I groaned, lowering my forehead to hers. “Christ, do I wish I did. I’m sorry, but I don’t.”
“Damn.” Her hands fell back on the mattress as she blinked up at me. “I’m not on birth control, but we could be careful. You could pull out?”
“No way.” I shook my head. “I’m not taking chances with you. I’d never do that.”
“I figured you’d say that.” She sighed, and her disappointment struck me in the gut. “I’m sorry. I wanted to do this with you.”
