She got to keep control of the kiss for a few seconds. Then he growled in the back of his throat and turned her on the bed, pinning her beneath him even as he braced himself on his arms to keep his weight off her. His kiss was ruthlessly efficient, and she whimpered, the sound lost beneath his lips as she clung to him.
There was no more conversation. There was no need for words. Heat flared between them like a super nova. She gasped as he broke the kiss to pull her head back and kiss down her neck. His lips left a trail of fire that tingled over her skin and her body clenched in response. She tore at his shirt, needing to get it off him. Needing to touch him.
He pulled away for a second to yank his shirt up and over his head, and her higher brain functions short-circuited at the display of carved male muscle and satin skin. Taking advantage of his movement, she leaned up on her elbow to kiss his chest. His breath caught, the small sound the sexiest she’d ever heard. Until she slid her hand down the front of his body, cupping him through his pants, and he groaned.
“That’s a sound I want to hear far more of,” she whispered, flicking her tongue over his nipple. He flinched and hissed, his hand pushing hers out of the way to tear at his fly.
“Oh, you’ll hear more of it. I promise,” he rasped, his cock springing free.
She bit her lip as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked. He was long and so thick she couldn’t get her fingers to close all the way. That just sent a spike of anticipation through her so intense she almost whimpered again.
“Fucking hell!” he whispered explosively, his hand mangling the pillow by her head. He dropped his own head forward, eyes closed and expression taut as she learned the length and shape of him. She stroked and teased along his shaft before cupping his balls.
The soft movement broke the dam. He pulled back, yanking at her clothes.
“Naked,” he ordered, voice clipped. “Now.”
She grinned, shedding her shirt without a word. His eyes darkened as she snapped her bra off and dropped it to the floor. Normally she’d have wanted the lights off, but the dumbstruck expression on his face eased any reservations she had about her body. He looked at her like she was the sexiest woman in all of creation, which turned her on more.
Arching her back, she thrust her hands in her hair, sweeping it up as she posed for him and showed off her body. The cooler air of the room washed over her, raising the fine hairs on her skin, but the look in his eyes made her shiver.
He spat a harsh curse in a language she didn’t understand, his hands on her hips to strip her of her pants. They hit the deck a second later, along with her panties, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the heavily muscled guy parting her thighs with a rough shove of his knee. The roughness didn’t bother her, not with the look in his eyes, somewhere between tortured need and unbridled desire.
Biting her lip, she locked gazes with him as he settled himself between her parted thighs, reaching between their bodies to set himself against her. A rush of heat escaped her as he slid the broad head of his cock between her pussy lips, brushing against her clit. He rolled his hips and she swore. With every rock, he stroked her clit, pushing her arousal higher.
She growled and hooked her hand around the back of his neck. “Zero, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’ll—”
Grinning, he leaned down and stole her words with a kiss.
“Gentle exercise, remember?” He broke away to whisper against her lips.
She lifted a leg to wrap it around the back of his hips. She didn’t want to think about how easy the movement was or the fact that less than a few hours ago, she was facing down a life of… she cut the thought off before it could form.
“Gentle is good. Just… now,” she begged, trying to pull him closer.
His reply was to bear down. She gasped as he breached her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingertips finding purchase against skin and warm metal as he slid into her slowly. He filled her, parting her body widely around his thick shaft. She murmured in pleasure and delight. He was deliciously thick, rubbing against her in ways she’d forgotten existed. Her social life hadn’t exactly been full these last few years.
“Now is also good,” he rumbled, his lips brushing hers as he bottomed out. For a moment he held still, throbbing within her, but then he began to move. Slowly at first, watching her reactions as though he was scared of hurting her, but she saw… felt the control he was exerting over himself.
That care and control melted the last little reserve in her heart. But rather than complain and tell him he wasn’t hurting her, she decided to show him instead. She kissed him and rolled her hips in demand. He gasped, rearing back a little to check her expression, but then his eyes darkened. His next thrust was harder. Faster.
They moved together, finding their pace and rhythm. Skin slid over skin, lips clinging as their tongues stroked and tangled. She felt every inch of him as he thrust into her, taking her over and over again. Claiming her as his. She arched into him, trusting to his strength as her curves fit against his harness perfectly.
But slow wasn’t enough. She felt that as clearly as he did, urging him on silently. With a growl, he dropped down, caging her with his bigger body
