Total hell…”
With a surge, he leaned up and nuzzled at her breast through her clothes. “I need you naked.”
“Just what I was thinking.” Sitting back on his hips, she swept her fleece over her head and was attacked by a wave of modesty. Abruptly, she wanted her nakedness to be beautiful to him…she really did.
As if he read her mind, he murmured, “Would you rather do this with the lights off?”
Well, yeah. Except then she couldn't see him. “I'm not perfect, Vin.”
He shrugged. “Neither am I. But I will guarantee that whatever you choose to show me I'm going to like because it's you.”
Dropping her hands and holding his stare, she said, “Take my shirt off then. Please.” Sitting up so that they were face-to-face and she was in his lap, Vin unbuttoned the thing down to her navel, his mouth going to her throat and then her collarbone and finally to the front clasp of her bra. His eyes flipped to hers as he reached up and sprang the fastening.
He didn't let the two sides snap apart, but held them in place.
Inch by inch his mouth kissed its way onto her breast. As he went, he slowly exposed her flesh until he got to her nipple and then he pulled the lace cup off entirely. His whole body shuddered with lust.
“You're so wrong,” he groaned. “Look at you…perfect.” He extended his tongue and licked her. And licked her again.
Watching him was nearly as good as feeling him, and the two together, the sight and the sensation, fired her blood up until she was panting. Thank God they'd left the light on.
Vin shifted their positions, putting her on the bottom and rising up above her, his broad shoulders blocking out the fixture on the ceiling as he kissed her mouth again. Beneath his strength, she felt small and fragile, but powerful too: He was breathing hard because he wanted her, because his desperation was as sharp and demanding as her own, because he needed this with the same clawing drive she did. They were in this together.
And then she stopped thinking, because he dropped his mouth onto her breast and took deep pulls while he parted her shirt all the way and swept aside the other cup of her bra.
As he continued what he was doing, she was dying to know the feel of his skin on hers, so she fisted the back of his sweater and started pulling it up. He finished the job, lifting himself to peel it from his chest.
In the mirror across the way, she watched as his back was revealed, the light from the overhead hitting the spectacular spread of muscles that filled out his shoulders and wrapped around his torso. And the view of his pecs was just as good.
He was a fantasy made real, his body nothing but ridges of strength that shifted under smooth flesh as he brought his lips down to her nipple again. With his bowed arms supporting the weight of his chest, he was a magnificent male animal ready to ditch fifty thousand years of evolution and mental development for the base mating that was to come.
Talk about perfect…
Marie-Terese rolled her hips and sank her fingers deep into his thick hair. Her body was fluid under his mouth and his touch, heat rolling through her and tightening the ache between her legs. When the erotic need got to be too much, she split her thighs and—
They both moaned as his erection landed in just the right place.
Vin arched against her, and her nails raked across the waistband of his slacks: Careful and gentle was all well and good, but the momentum had started to build and all of the worry of what to do was swept away.
“Can I take off your jeans?” he asked. Or groaned was more like it.
“Oh, please…”
She braced herself on her heels as he slipped the top button free, unzipped and swept the denim down her legs. Her panties were black and he stopped and just stared at them on her body. “Good…lord,” he murmured.
His hands actually shook as he reached out and ran his fingertips across her belly. She waited for him to kiss her again…or move over on top of her…or take her panties off…“Is there anything wrong?” she said hoarsely.
“No…not at all…I just can't get enough of looking at you.”
Finally, he came up to her lips. Licking into her mouth, he settled on her with his full weight, his bare chest on hers, their legs intertwining. Together, they found a rhythm, an erotic arch and retreat that sexed her up until she was gasping and so was he.
“Please…Vin…”
As he kissed her, his hand eased down her hip and over her thigh, then brushed across the stretch of her panties. “I need to feel you—” he said.
She took his forearm and pushed down, moving his fingers to her core, dragging them across her covered heat. As she shuddered and let her legs fall to the sides even more, he took his mouth to her breast and suckled at her…while he rubbed at what covered her. “More,” she said.
Slipping under the delicate edge, he found her softness and cursed hard, his body snapping tight from head to foot, his teeth gritting, the cords in his neck tightening up starkly. “Oh…Christ…” he said. “Oh…
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“I think I just had an orgasm.”
As he flushed, she started to smile and couldn't stop. “You did?”
He shook his head at her. “Right, okay, that's not a good thing at a time like this. Five minutes from now? Perfect. At this moment? Not so hot.”
“Well, it makes me feel sexy,” she said, smoothing her hand down his face.
“You don't need any help with that.”
Marie-Terese let her touch slide slowly over his chest and his hard stomach, then down farther, over his belt and onto his…
Vin threw his head back and moaned, his pecs flexing, his torso curving up.
Moving her palm up and down on his erection, she tucked her face into his neck and bit down a little. “I don't think it's going to slow you up much.”
His rib cage contracted, breath shooting out of his mouth. “I gotta get naked.”
“I should hope so.”
His hands were rough on his belt and his fly, and his slacks hit the floor at the speed of light. Black briefs cupped his sex—barely. His erection was a long ridge crammed over to one side, the head fighting to get free of the waistband that held it in.
Before he could lie back, she reached out and tugged those briefs down his hard thighs, springing his arousal. He had orgasmed and the glossy, weeping tip of him made her even more ready for what was coming fast.
Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked his sex and looked up, watching as he planted one palm against the wall and let his head fall loose. He moved with her, and she glanced across at the mirror, watching what his back looked like as his hips swung forward and back, the clenching and releasing of his torso muscles and the way his spine undulated in a wave the most erotic thing she'd ever seen…
Marie-Terese let go of him, took off her panties, and stretched out beside him. Ready. Vin righted his head and stared at her from under his brows, his silvery eyes lit up bright as a flash of steel in the midday sun.
They both remembered the same thing at the same time. “Do you have a—”
“I have a condom—”
Thank you, God, she thought as he went to his wallet and took out one of those Tiffany blue Trojan packets. She was on the Pill, courtesy of her regularly visiting a doc-in-the-box in town, and she'd just had a checkup, but no matter how attracted she was to Vin, she wasn't going to be reckless with her own body with anyone.
Safe sex was the only way.
And watching him protect them both was sexy as hell. When he was done, they resumed the position they'd been in before, her back against the duvet, him half on top of her, half to the side. The condom was chilly against her thigh, leaving a quickly cooling trail, and she wished she'd had a moment to feel his sex for real somewhere on her. But then he was fully on top of her and between her legs, the head of him nudging at the heart of her.
She stared into his eyes as she guided him in.
How right it was. How filling and spectacular the joining. How wondrous to meet his stare and see reflected in it the same things she was feeling—the glorious shock at how well they fit, the coiling need to go even further…
