By the time we got to the apartment I had a loose hold on my control. After a night watching her beauty from across a room, I was done reining myself in.
“You want some water?” she asked after we’d gotten inside and I’d secured the apartment.
I shook my head, watching her intently.
Her quiet intake of breath confirmed she’d caught on to my mood. She always seemed attuned to me, as I was to her. I moved into her space, backing her gently against the counter. “You trust me to protect you?” My voice was like gravel. It was a wonder I could speak at all.
She nodded, her big brown eyes luminous as she looked up at me.
“Swear, baby, I’ll live the rest of my life living up to that. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but you’re my goddamn reward.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes locked on my mouth.
“You want my mouth, sweets?”
She made a mewing sound that went straight to my cock as she nodded readily. I didn’t delay in giving her what she wanted, leaning in and taking her mouth. My body caged her in against the countertop as our tongues and lips clashed in a heady duel. I pressed myself close, having no intention of hiding the reaction she incited in me.
Finally, I broke away, my forehead pressed to hers, my breathing labored. “If you’re not ready, that’s okay, but I need to know now,” I panted, feeling nearly frenzied with need. But I’d rein it in if I had to. Hell, I’d do anything for this woman.
“I want you.” Her response was like an injection of adrenaline, of lust in my veins, and she squealed as I picked her up and practically sprinted with her to the bedroom.
I deposited her gently on the bed, staring down at her as though she was a banquet feast. I wanted every part of her and wasn’t sure where to start.
Her gorgeous brown eyes stared up at me, shining with desire and trust. The latter was what spurred me on. The last thing I wanted was to push too hard or to lose what we’d built over these past few weeks. But I needed her, more than I could ever remember needing anything or anyone.
“If anything I do hurts you, your stitches or otherwise, you tell me,” I ordered, knowing my tone sounded harsh. I couldn’t seem to control it.
“I will,” she agreed without hesitation. “I want you,” she repeated.
A groan of response tumbled from my lungs as I dipped down to taste her delicious neck, her tremble all the encouragement I needed. I guided her to sit up, sliding her tank top up and off, revealing her golden skin and black satin bra underneath. In another moment I was throwing her bra aside, sitting back on my haunches in awe as her gorgeous breasts were revealed to me.
“You’ve seen me before,” she reminded me, a gorgeous blush darkening her cheeks.
I swallowed hard, my gaze roving over her full breasts and the pink nipples begging for my mouth. “Not like this. You’re perfect.” My eager hands moved to her jeans, sliding them down her luscious thighs along with her underwear. I needed her naked, now. I dipped between her legs, taking a deep breath in, growing nearly frantic with need as her delicious scent washed over me. My hands held her thighs, forcing her to open for me as my tongue explored her delicious core. It wasn’t long before she was squirming beneath me, her breathing labored as she called my name. I intensified my onslaught, knowing she was close. Part of me wanted to go slower, not wanting to rush, while the other—the stronger part of me—was unable to prolong what we both so desperately wanted.
It was only a moment before she was shouting my name, unrestrained in her pleasure as her back arched. I watched her in awe, not believing that she could be any more beautiful, and yet now, with her cheeks suffused with color, her hair gorgeously mussed, I was nearly rendered speechless.
When she’d recovered enough to speak she looked down at me with a small smile tilting her full lips. “You’re still fully clothed.”
She sat up, her full breasts making my mouth water, and pulled my tee up and off. Her greedy hands traced my chest and down my stomach to my fly. I stood up, sliding my jeans and boxers off, kicking them aside as she moved to her back, watching me with a hooded gaze. For a moment I stood by the side of the bed looking down at her naked form splayed out. I’d fantasized about this moment from the first time I’d laid eyes on her.
She looked up at me, her brown eyes full of lust and trust, and beckoned me closer. I lay in between her thighs, pressing close as my mouth took hers. I was careful not to give her too much of my weight, not wanting to hurt her.
My mouth reluctantly left hers, rewarded by the taste of her neck as my teeth skidded across one nipple and then the other before pulling deep. Her body undulated beneath mine, responsive to my mouth and to my touch.
When I slid inside her tight body, I let out a guttural groan I barely recognized as my own.
“Christ, you’re tight,” I groaned as I picked up my rhythm, unable to quell the driving need to take her body as hard as I dared. “Nothing has ever felt better, nothing,” I panted as her moans spurred me on. “I’m never gonna want to do anything but take you.” I groaned. Now that I’d been inside her body, I couldn’t imagine being without this.
“You can,” she breathed, her fingernails raking my back, eliciting a pleasurable sting. “You feel so good.”
I picked up tempo, her gorgeous breasts bouncing with every thrust. “What do you need to get there?” I gritted out. I was going over and I wanted her with me.
“Just you, just you,” she chanted, our bodies slick with sweat as we slid together rhythmically. A moment later she was calling my name as I groaned out my release inside her body.
“Fuck,” I panted, my face pressed to her neck.
“Oh shit,” she breathed, and I knew she’d just realized what I had a second before. “We didn’t use anything.”
