Chapter 11
Iawoke to a warm wall of muscle along my back. Awareness shot through me that he was hard, everywhere. After a moment’s hesitation, I pressed my backside into him, trying to soothe the ache his proximity inspired.
Lust. A foreign concept to me until now, and one I was enjoying getting to know better.
His low groan had my heart thundering in response as I turned in his arms. I pressed my lips to his neck, shocked that I could be so brazen.
His large hand moved to my backside, pulling me in closer as he squeezed firmly.
I squirmed under his grip, needing more, needing him.
He rolled me to my back, his large body pressing over mine as he took my mouth without delay. This kiss was different than the others we’d shared. It was nearly desperate as we sought to conquer each other’s mouths.
He lay pressed between my legs, his hardness hitting just the spot I needed. I didn’t think it would take much more to push me over the edge. If he’d just move a little bit….
I broke from his mouth with a gasp. “I need—I need.”
He pulled back, leaning on his forearms as he stared down at me, his eyes half-mast with lust. “What, Em? What do you need?”
The need was so acute I didn’t hesitate in answering. “I need you to make me come.”
His slow grin would have melted my panties if I were wearing any. “How?”
“How?” I stammered, perplexed. “You don’t know how?”
He chuckled. “I know how, babe,” he assured me. “How do you want me to make you come? Do you want my hand, my mouth, or my cock?”
I bit my lip, his words turning me on more than I’d thought possible. “Do I have to choose?” I whimpered as his tongue traced the shell of my ear.
He dropped his head to my chest with a groan. “Christ, you’re sexy.” His mouth found my nipple, sucking hard through the fabric of my camisole.
I moaned, arching up into his mouth, wanting more. I barely recognized this wanton woman, but I liked her.
His hand shoved my camisole up as he took my bare breast with another delicious lick. His head moved further, kissing down my belly until he reached the apex of my thighs.
He shoved my legs apart, diving between them with such fervor I had no time to be self-conscious. I simply gave myself over to him.
“I’m going to come,” I whimpered only seconds later. My warning was followed by a cry I didn’t try to suppress as I shattered into pieces beneath him.
He kissed and licked his way back up my body, settling again between my thighs. “That was too easy.” He grinned, bending to kiss my neck. “You taste so delicious, I didn’t want that to end.” He pressed into me, and my tingling nerves perked up in answer. I raked my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer. “I don’t want to push you.” He seemed to war with himself.
“You’re not. I admit I didn’t think I’d be ready this fast. I don’t have much experience,” I admitted quietly. “But this feels natural, being with you. I want you,” I shared.
“You sure?” he demanded.
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
His expression turned from indecision to pure lust as he leaned over me to open the bedside table. He sheathed himself in seconds, and without delay began to press inside me.
“Christ, you’re tight.” He groaned, his muscles taut as he visibly restrained himself.
“Don’t hold back.” I shook my head, needing him to give me everything.
He looked down at me, his expression nearly feral as I watched the last vestiges of his control snap.
My hands raked his back, moving to his backside, clutching his taut muscles, wanting him deeper, harder. His mouth took mine in a claiming kiss before moving to my neck, where I felt his teeth nip my skin.
I’d never been so consumed, so completely… claimed. I was lost to everything but him, and I never wanted to be found.
