Chapter 19 #2
Sometime during their date, the wall she'd put between them since leaving his bed finally came down. He didn't know what had changed, and he didn't particularly care.
She was here.
She was kissing him as if she couldn't get close enough.
That was all that mattered.
Their lips melded, and tongues dueled, interrupted only by the frantic need to strip each other bare.
When nothing remained between them, he grabbed a condom from his wallet and tossed it beside her as she climbed onto the bed.
Needing her badly, he followed and covered her body with his own.
The instant her lips met his again, the uncertainty of the past week slipped away.
He'd never wanted any woman the way he wanted her.
The taste of her only deepened his hunger for her. His world narrowed until there was nothing beyond Shylo.
She trembled beneath his touch, her fingers threading through his hair before clutching at the comforter. Every hitch of her breath and soft moan only fueled his determination to make her forget everything except the way he felt against her.
God, he'd never imagined she could affect him like this.
She wasn't just beautiful or merely someone he desired. She was the first woman who'd ever made settling down sound like the best idea he'd ever had.
He took his time, wanting to commit everything to memory. Nothing else existed beyond the motel room and the woman in his arms.
He lavished her breasts with attention, licking and sucking before gently catching one taut nipple between his teeth to gauge her reaction. Her cry was one of pleasure, not of pain. Her hips arched, and her nails dug into his shoulders, sending another rush of desire through him.
Grinning against her skin, he trailed slow kisses lower, his hands roaming over every curve as he worshiped her body. The closer he moved to the juncture of her thighs, the more she writhed beneath him, her soft moans urging him on.
Her legs fell open for him without hesitation, and the simple act nearly stole what little restraint he had left.
He brushed a kiss along one hip, then the other, smiling when her breathing hitched in anticipation.
When he finally reached the place she'd been silently begging him to touch, her entire body reacted.
Her hips lifted from the mattress as she whispered his name, pleading for more.
He savored every response she gave him, learning what made her shiver, what drew another breathless moan from her lips, and what made her cling to him as though she never wanted to let go.
The rough scrape of his jaw against her sensitive skin only seemed to heighten her pleasure, and she shifted restlessly beneath him, unable to stay still.
He glanced up occasionally, his gaze finding hers. The desire burning in her eyes stole what remained of his composure. She watched him with complete trust, and something about that undid him far more than desire alone ever could.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close as her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
The slight sting against his scalp only spurred him on, eliciting a low growl from his throat.
When he found the rhythm that made her body tremble, she cried out his name, her words dissolving into broken pleas.
He stayed with her, refusing to rush, determined to give her everything she deserved. Her entire body tightened beneath him before pleasure swept through her in powerful waves. She arched against the mattress, one hand still buried in his hair while the other gripped the comforter.
He didn't pull away. Instead, he remained with her, coaxing her gently through every shudder until her breathing slowed and the last tremor faded. Only then did he lift his head, smiling when she looked at him as though he were the only man in the world.
Surprising him, she reached for the condom and sat up, her chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths. A playful smile tugged at her lips. “C’mere.”
He huffed an amused breath as he climbed over her, placing his knees on either side of her waist.
When he leaned down, she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue, before her hand closed around his throbbing cock. The simple touch stole the breath from his lungs, and he closed his eyes for a moment, fighting to stay in control.
“Shy…” he groaned, his eyes opening again in slits to watch her.
She tore open the foil packet while her gaze never left his. His pulse hammered as she rolled the condom into place with soft yet firm hands, and by the time she finished, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself together.
“You're trying to kill me,” he muttered with a grin.
Satisfaction spread across her face, and she gave him a wink. “Uh-uh, cowboy. I have other plans for you.”
Chuckling, he eased her back onto the mattress before settling over her, using his forearms to keep some of his weight off her. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, he smiled as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
Reaching down between them, he lined the head of his cock with her slit and guided himself into her.
She welcomed him with a quiet gasp that nearly unraveled what little restraint he had left.
She was still slick from her orgasm, and he eased into a slow rhythm as he buried himself inside her.
When he finally bottomed out, he held himself still for a heartbeat, staring into her eyes. “Okay, baby?”
The endearment fell from his lips without warning, but it felt right.
Panting, she nodded. “More than okay.” She lifted her pelvis, taking him even deeper, which he hadn’t thought possible.
He kissed her again as he began to move, savoring the feel of her beneath him, surrounding him. Her hands wandered over his back and shoulders, her nails scoring his skin. He loved the idea of her marking him.
They found a steady rhythm, matching each other stroke for stroke.
He grunted between ragged breaths and didn’t care when the headboard thumped against the wall.
When he changed the angle of his thrusts, she cried out, and he guessed he’d found that sweet spot. Liquid heat rushed through his veins as he increased the pace. He was moments away from coming apart, but tried his best to hold on a little longer.
Her keening grew louder as another orgasm built inside her.
When she went over the edge this time, she took him with her.
His bellow of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room—yeah, the neighbors probably got an earful that time.
Hell, he didn’t care if the entire town knew he’d just had the most explosive sex of his life.
When their breathing finally slowed, Seth eased onto his side without putting any distance between them. His thumb rested against her cheek as she gave him a sleepy smile.
He didn’t know when or how it happened, but whatever this was between them had become something he didn’t want to live without. Two weeks ago, that realization would've sent him running.
Now, it only made him pull her a little closer.