Chapter 4 #2
Grabbing the strip of condoms from him, she tore one off and threw the rest on the bed. While he was standing, she crawled to the edge and took him in her hand for the first time.
His groan was pure pleasure, his growl pure predator, his fingers in her hair like the claws of the beast she wanted to release. Still stroking that silken flesh, she ripped the packet open with her teeth and drove him crazy with her touch.
Then she growled like his lioness. “Get on the bed and lean back.”
She wasn’t submissive, but then, she’d never been dominant either. But for this, she wanted him under her complete control. When he threw himself back on the bed, his erection standing straight and tall and ready for her, she slowly rolled the condom down, stroking him through it.
Until he gave another guttural groan. “Christ. I can’t stand anymore. Do it. Now. Please. I’m begging.”
She gave him exactly what they both wanted.
Climbing on top of him, she caressed him as she guided him to her entrance. Then slowly, so slowly, she slid down onto him, sensation shooting through her, his heat making her a little crazy.
She savored the feel of him inside her. It had been so long. As she seated herself on him, she realized for the first time in five years how much she’d missed a man filling her up. And this man was better than any imagining.
Then he thrust upward, going impossibly deep, impossibly perfect. She moaned her pleasure. “So good.”
She thought about taking him for a slow ride, but there was something about the burning glow of his eyes, the rigid feel of him inside her. She couldn’t think slow. She could only think fast and hot.
Resting her hands on his chest, she rose, then took him deep inside her once again. And again. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her down on him, guiding her. The intense friction filled her body with heat, her skin turning hot and pink.
She rode him, taking him hard and fast, as if he were a stallion and they were galloping across the moor. Closing her eyes, she clenched her fingers against his skin, her nails biting into him, her body milking him.
He swore. “Christ, you make me nuts. You’re so damn good.”
She didn’t have the breath to speak smoothly; he’d stolen it with his devilishly handsome face painted beautiful in the dim room. Words fell in pants from her lips. “So good. Need this so bad.”
She reached for the peak—almost there. Then he put his hand between her legs, touched her hot button.
A wave crested inside her, taking her higher, higher, until it crashed through her.
She didn’t simply cry out, she wailed. Not caring who heard.
Not caring what he would think. Because it had been so long.
Because he was so good. Because he felt so perfect between her thighs.
Her climaxing body worked him, and she felt him throb deep inside, knew he was close. She tensed her muscles around him, and with one more growl, followed by a deep groan, he pulsed inside her, filling her.
That brought a second wave crashing over her, and she lost herself to sensation. To the exquisite feel of him deep inside her. To everything she’d missed over the last five years.
He made her wonder how she could live without this for the next five.
She lay atop him while he throbbed inside her. Her hair was like silk across his chest, her skin hot against him. Her body contracted around him with an aftershock, and he groaned softly against her ear.
She’d been so beautifully vocal, crying out her ecstasy. Many women were careful about the sounds they made, careful with their makeup, their hair. But she’d taken him with complete abandon, not caring how she looked or sounded.
That made the sex all the hotter.
As she lay against him, her breath fanned the hairs on his chest. “I only had one orgasm. I need more.” Her chin on his chest, she grinned at him.
He laughed. “I love how insatiable you are.”
With a too sexy smile, she admitted, “It’s been a long, long time.”
He needed to know more. “How long?”
“A very long dry spell,” she added dreamily.
He rocked inside her, feeling her body flex around him. “How long?” he pressed.
“Five years.”
He put his hands to her face, lifted her to look at him again. “You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. “No. But you’ve certainly made up for it tonight.”
He couldn’t believe this exquisite woman hadn’t made love in five years. “But why me?”
She snuggled down against him. “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”
That didn’t answer the question. The Harrington brothers were a handsome lot, especially his older brother, Dane.
Troy was up there too. Not to mention his two sisters, Ava and Gabby.
But there were a lot of good-looking hunks out there.
Yet she’d chosen him. After five years. “Was it because I saved your life?”
She shook her head against his chest, her hair caressing him. “It was more about your answers.”
“My answers?” For a moment, he was mystified.
Until she said, “To the three wishes.”
She’d made him forget everything. “Because number three was about kissing you?”
Again, she shook her head, the silk of her hair across his chest causing him to pulse inside her.
“About wanting to read books for a week.” Her laugh vibrated through him. “Like a little boy whose mother had taken away all his favorite books. You wanted to spend a whole week reading them all over again.”
He didn’t tell her that his mother had never read to him. The nannies had done that. But that would be revealing too much.
“And the sports car,” she added. “I even saw myself driving beside you, the wind blowing through our hair.”
He wanted to hug her so tightly she’d never get away. “You never know,” he said softly.
Without even looking at him, she murmured, “Remember, just one night.”
Just one night . He couldn’t bear for it to end. Not before he’d pleasured her until he exhausted her. Not until she’d drained him too.
He wasn’t done with her yet, especially since she’d bought a three-pack of condoms. One down, two to go. Plus, there were all the other things they could do without one.