Chapter Eight #3
Her eyebrows pinched together for a moment. “So you let me stay because you were hoping to get me into your bed?”
She stroked along his calf with her toes, the movement allowing his hips to sink deeper into hers. Driving him higher. Making him crazy for her.
“Actually—” he braced with his good arm, skimming his mouth down her neck, along the collar of her flowing long T-shirt “—I was hoping you would leave so I could pursue you with a clear conscience.” Or at least that’s what he realized now.
“And yet here we are.” She slid her hands inside the waistband of his jeans, her fingers digging into his hips.
The vision of her auburn hair splayed across his pillow sent a possessive surge through him, along with a determination to sear himself as firmly in her mind as she was in his. “We have entirely too many clothes on.”
“I agree.” She made fast work of the buttons on his flannel shirt, wrestling it down over his cast, then tossing it aside.
“Slow down. My turn,” he said, pressing her back into the pillow. She smiled her smoky consent.
Inching down her body, he peeled off her leggings, kissing a path along her stomach, over her hip, then down one leg while he stroked the other with his fingertips. She moaned encouragement that stirred him hotter. Harder.
Her milky skin gleamed, bathed in the glow of the moonlight and fire, and he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. He tossed aside her leggings, her green lace panties peeking from the hem of her tee. Suddenly desperate to know if her bra matched, he swept aside her cotton shirt and...
Yes.
Emerald green lace cupped the sweet curves of her breasts. And as much as he savored seeing her, he wanted to see more.
Smiling, she clasped his wrists, stopping him. She eased her hands back and reached behind her to unhook the scrap of lace. The straps slipped forward, the cups catching on the curves of her breasts. His heart hammered in his chest for a half dozen heartbeats until her bra slid free.
His breath hitched in his throat. The sheer beauty of her stole the air from his lungs. He leaned forward to capture a pert peak in his mouth, teasing and loving her to a pebbling hardness. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she guided him, her head falling back.
“Protection?” she asked in husky desperation.
“Yes, I’ll be right back.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her before easing off the bed and walking to the bathroom. He reached into the medicine cabinet for a box of condoms and returned to the bedroom. He ditched his jeans before climbing back into bed with her.
Reclined on the pillow, she extended a hand for him. She linked fingers with him, then pulled him down to her.
His cast...damn it...
“I’ve got this,” she said, intuitively pressing against his shoulders until he lay on his back. She straddled his hips, a sexy vision over him.
She stroked the length of his erection, cupping and cradling him, driving him to the edge before easing back. She rolled the condom down the length of him, her gaze holding his until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Her touch threatened to send him over the edge.
Then she guided him inside her, slowly, deeply. He wished he had both hands available, but he intended to make full use of his free one to caress her, one breast, then the other, taking pleasure in watching the blush of pleasure pinken her flesh.
Their bodies moved together, finding a rhythm and fit unique to their mating.
The blankets pooled around her waist, the cool winter air brushing over his heated flesh.
Her hips rolled as he thrust, again and again, her breathy sighs filling his ears with encouragement.
She scored her fingernails lightly along his chest, a trickle of perspiration between her breasts.
The image of her over him would be seared in his mind forever, the beauty of her face as she neared her completion. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in a red cloud. She was fire and light. And even though he was on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm, he hadn’t begun to slake his craving for her.
He slid his hand between them, seeking and finding the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. She arched closer, her hips rolling against him. Her breath hitched faster and faster.
Desire pulsed through him, hot and thick in his veins. He burned to finish, but held back, needing to see her come first. Determined for her to find as much pleasure as she brought him.
The warmth of her clamped around him as her orgasm took her. She cried out, her back bowing before she folded forward to rest on his chest.
He thrust once, twice, his own pleasure racking through him hard, more intense than anything he’d experienced before. She was all he’d fantasized about and more. He slung his arm around her, holding her close as wave after wave crashed through him.
Her heart hammered against his own, which still raced in the aftermath. Their bodies sealed, flesh to flesh, he buried his hand in her hair. He’d known their chemistry would be explosive, but he couldn’t have possibly anticipated this instantaneous connection their first time together.
And already, he knew this wouldn’t be their last.