“You’re so beautiful.”
Her lashes fluttered over her bright blue eyes, her breathing coming faster the closer he got to her core.
“You have too many clothes on,” she whispered.
“Patience, lass. I’ll take them off soon enough.” He settled between her legs, pressing a kiss to her silky inner thigh, his stubble grazing the smooth skin. “Sorry…I didn’t shave today.”
She lifted her head, her gaze locked on his. “I’m not a porcelain doll. You don’t need to be gentle with me.”
“Good.” He grinned and settled between her legs once more. “Because I’m famished.”
He buried his tongue inside her, moaning at her taste as he gripped her arse and angled her hips up to give him better access. Her smooth legs tightened against his rough face while he explored her until he found the spot that made her cry out his name. Fuck. He almost came in his damned pants.
He worked his tongue faster, enjoying the way her fingers pulled at the back of his hair. Her hips writhed as he fed on her eagerly, teasing her with his lips and teeth. When her body shuddered, she cried out, and he slowed, turning his head and kissing her thigh.
“That was…” She stroked her fingers through his hair, her voice breathless. “…Damn.”
He rose onto his elbows. Seeing color flush her cheeks was almost as sexy as hearing her call out his name. “If I’m not inside you soon, this night is going to be over much faster than I hoped.”
Her sexy smile had his erection pulsing in his jeans as she sat up and unbuttoned them. “Maybe I can help.”
He yanked his shirt over his head while she lowered the zipper. Before she could ease them off his hips, he pulled his wallet free of his pocket and took out a condom. He hadn’t used one in years, but he’d been hopeful enough today to buy a pack while he was out.
Heather took it from him. “Allow me.”
He kicked his jeans and underwear aside and stood up, his erection proudly at full mast. Heather’s gaze moved up and down his body as she wet her lips. “You should never wear clothes.”
The corner of his mouth quirked as he bit back a chuckle. “Would be dangerous to the family jewels to be makin’ repairs to a pirate ship in the buff.”
“Maybe just naked with me then.” She opened her mouth and leaned forward, sliding her fingers along his shaft as she wrapped her lips around the tip.
He dropped his head back, eyes closed as he struggled to regain control while every part of him rushed toward release. Her tongue teased the head of his shaft before she slowly took in his full length. He buried his hands in her long silky hair. It would be so easy to lose himself in this moment, to surrender. His tenuous hold on self-control was weakening in the paradise of her soft lips.
“I’m too close,” he growled, his fists tightening in her hair.
Heather settled back until he slid free of her mouth and tore open the foil wrapper. He braced himself for the cold shock of the latex cover, but it didn’t materialize. She must’ve warmed the packet while she’d been driving him to distraction.
As soon as the condom was in place, he lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. He laid her back and balanced over her while she lifted her hips and shimmied out of her skirt. The sight of her naked beneath him had him wishing he could stop time and keep this moment forever.
Slowly, he lowered himself over her, his lips fusing to hers as their bodies tangled together. She was made for him.
And he never wanted it to end.
…
Seeing every tight muscle of Drake’s tan, chiseled body hovering over her had her heart racing, and the moment he bent his arms and rested on top of her, skin to skin, her body responded, hungry for more all over again. She ran her hands down from his broad shoulders, along his smooth back, and teased the curve of his ass with her fingernails, enjoying the way his hips pressed even closer until the tip of his erection brushed her opening.
His kiss was intoxicating. Hunger, passion, yearning, and something else…she couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something natural, something right about the way their bodies fit, the taste of his mouth. She’d spent her entire life as an outsider, never finding a place where she belonged, where she was accepted completely.
Until now.
Drake caressed her neck with his lips, the heat of his breath warming her entire body. He moved lower, his tongue teasing her collarbone. She’d been wrong before about believing she could keep things physical between them. Every touch branded her heart. She wasn’t a virgin, but this connection with him made everything seem new. The way he hungered for her made her feel sexier than she ever had before. Fearless.
She arched her back, her whole body aching for his attention. He kneaded her breasts, his rough thumbs circling the hardened tips of her nipples. Slowly, he lifted his chin, his gaze locked on hers as he bent to take her nipple into his mouth. She gasped, digging her nails into his ass. He growled around her nipple and pressed his hips forward, joining their bodies in one slow, powerful thrust.
Every inch of him filled her, reminding her again that he was made for her. The sexiest man she’d ever met. It made no sense, and perfect sense, all at once. Her hips writhed, grinding into him, drinking in the pleasure.
She was far from a sex goddess. In fact, she’d only had two lovers before Drake, but none of that mattered, because something about the way he looked at her convinced her she was the only woman on earth.
He kissed her lips again, breathing words into her mouth. “Never want this to end.”
She moaned and rolled them over. Usually, she wasn’t eager to
