“My underwear matches.”
With a rough growl, he nipped at her shoulder and palmed her breast, grinding his erection into her bottom.
Lost in pleasure, her eyes drifted shut and she let her head fall back to his chest. “I’ve pictured this with you. Hope you live up to the fantasy,” she teased, then practically purred when his thumb rasped over her hardened nipple.
“You let me know.” He turned her to face him and she slid her hands up his chest and over his scruffy jaw, feeling the roughness beneath her fingertips. It was arousing and intimate.
His eyes were dark and heated and on her. Unwavering. Fierce. Protective.
He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful. “It’s been a long time for me,” she admitted. “But I’m pretty sure I remember what comes next.” She played with the top button on his Levi’s, the backs of her fingers brushing against the smooth, taut skin of his abs, which were washboard ridged and hard.
“Lilah.” His fingers speared into her hair, holding her head in his big palms as he searched her gaze for God knew what. “How long is a long time?”
“Long. But I hear it’s just like getting on a bike.”
“Yeah,” he said, his words hot along her skin as his lips grazed her earlobe. “It’s just like getting on a bike.” He untied her sweat bottoms, causing a rush of heat to slide south.
As did her sweats.
They slid south right off her hips and onto the floor.
He took in the white boy-cut panties that indeed matched the cami and palmed her ass, which increased her heart rate and made her already hardened nipples tighten even further. “What comes next, Lilah?”
That slowed her down a second. “You mean… you don’t know?”
His soft chuckle raised goose bumps on her skin. “This is your show. You call the shots.”
The thought of doing just that, in effect bossing this big, tough edgy man around in bed gave her a rush only a millimeter below an orgasm. She pulled back enough to look into his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just teasing. “Really? I’m in charge?”
His smile was slow and sure, and so hot she’d have sworn it singed the hair right off her skin. Yeah. She was in charge if that’s what she wanted. “You shouldn’t give someone that much power,” she whispered. “What if I take advantage?”
He slid a muscled thigh between hers. “You going to take advantage of me, Lilah?”
His tone suggested that would be okay with him, very okay. His hands were on the wall on either side of her head, his body pressed tight to hers.
And he was hard. Everywhere. “Yes,” she decided. “I’m going to take advantage of you.”
“Just remember,” he said hotly against her ear. “It’s my turn next, and turnabout is fair play.”
Oh boy. “M-maybe we should start easy.”
He laughed softly and kissed her with such gentleness that her heart quivered. “Easy works. Tell me what you want.”
“I’d rather show than tell.” She let her cami slip to her hips.
“Mmm.” Dipping his head, he ran his tongue across her nipple. “Show is nice. But I really like tell. Tell me what’s next, Lilah.”
“Fewer clothes-God,” she burst out when he sucked her into his mouth, “don’t stop.”
His hand pushed her cami down, and her panties with it, then slid between her legs. “Don’t stop what?”
She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
“Where? Where do you want me to kiss you, Lilah?”
She shivered at the thought of where she wanted his mouth, but he pulled free to look at her, waiting for her answer. “Everywhere,” she managed.
“Should I use my tongue?”
“Yes.” Her eyes closed as his fingers stroked her wet flesh. Tipping her head back, she cried out and arched into him when he slid a finger into her. It was all she could do to remain standing. “I’m-”
“Hot,” he said, his thumb softly outlining her wet folds. “Hot, and very, very wet.” His lips were moving against her breast, and when he sucked on her nipple, holding it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, her hips ground helplessly against him.
“Easy,” he reminded her, pulling back to blow on her nipple.
A shiver wracked her. And she couldn’t catch her breath. It felt like her blood had turned to liquid fire in her veins, and all she could think about was touching him, wrapping her fingers around him and making him as crazy as he was making her. She reached for the remaining buttons on his Levi’s, feeling his abs clench as she ripped open the jeans.
He was commando, and… big.
Lifting her head, she looked into his eyes, which were dilated and darkened, burning with desire.
“Are we stopping?” he asked.
“No.” She bit her lower lip. “But it’s not exactly like getting back on a bike.”
“It’s better.”
She let out a breath. “I was really hoping you’d say that.” She shoved the jeans down his legs.
Hauling her back upright, he kissed her hard and deep. They kicked their fallen clothes away while his mouth continued to claim her, rough and wild and erotic.
“Inside me,” she whispered. “Oh please. Please, get inside me.” She backed him to the bed and shoved him onto it. He arched his brow, but stretched out on his back.
Gloriously naked.
Gloriously aroused.
“Come here,” he said, and gave her a finger crook.
Forgetting that she was supposed to be the one with the orders, she crawled up the bed and straddled him, moaning in delight at the feel of him beneath her, at the way his hands slid over her hips, cupping her ass, grinding her against him.
“Do I need a condom?” he asked, and she went still, her mouth falling open.
How could she have so thoughtfully lost herself as to forget birth control?
A wry smile touched his mouth. “You don’t have one?”
“No! Don’t you?”
“No.”
With a half laugh, half sob, she collapsed over him and dropped her head to his shoulder. “I can’t believe it.”
“I know where there are some stashed, does that count?”
She lifted her head. “What?”
“In the nightstand drawer,” he said with a jerk of his head, not taking his hands off her.
Leaning over him, she opened the drawer and found a stack of condoms. Probably Adam’s. “That was mean,” she told him, sucking in a breath when, hands tightening on her hips, he surged up and ran his tongue over a nipple. When he sucked her into his hot mouth with a strong pull, she decided to forgive him.
He reached for the condom in her fingers and tore it open. She took it back and rolled it slowly down his length, so slowly that he went from cocky and teasing, to swearing roughly, to begging for her to get to it.
She was still smiling smugly about that when she lifted up and slowly let just the tip of him inside her.
But it all backfired on her when the feel of him stretching her was enough to render her a panting idiot. She arched in an attempt to draw him in deeper but he held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her hips.
“More,” she demanded.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He rolled her beneath him and pinned her to the mattress beneath his welcome weight, sliding all the way home.
“I thought I was in charge,” she managed to say, her hands gliding up the hard muscles of his biceps.
“My turn.”
The timbre of his voice when he was aroused was like a caress as he began to move in exactly the right rhythm to drive her out of her mind. Combined with his talented mouth on hers, and a clever calloused thumb oh so unerringly stroking her at ground zero, she was a goner, and she burst into orgasm with a startled cry.
