As he continued to stare, she wanted to crawl beneath the covers, suddenly aware of herself in ways she hadn’t been when focused on him. Her breasts were bigger now, and although she figured that was okay, her stomach wasn’t flat and tight. She’d always had a slight belly, but everything had shifted lately, making her overly focused on her flaws.
No way he hadn’t noticed them too. She slid her hands over her stomach, and he swore, grasping her wrists and pinning them over her head.
“Let’s get something straight, okay? I’m here because I want you. All of you. From what’s inside that pretty head of yours to the sexy body spread out for me now.”
Her eyes widened at the force and sincerity of his words.
“Know what that means?” he asked.
She shook her head. She didn’t know anything. This man had her so off-balance she was spinning. She’d agreed to one night of hot sex. Instead, she was getting a lot of dirty talking from an attentive man. She didn’t know what to do with either.
“That means while I have you in bed, you’re mine.” He nipped her jaw, then kissed her hard on the lips. “Keep your hands above your head, and let me give you what you need.”
“Again, you seem awfully sure of yourself,” she said, falling back on sarcasm. Because what could she say? She was so out of her depth.
A knowing grin pulled at his lips. “Guess you’re going to make me prove myself, huh?”
Her mouth grew dry. “Guess so.”
He proceeded to do just that. He kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her neck, pausing to nuzzle at her collarbone, an erogenous spot she hadn’t known she possessed, before licking around the lace edges of her bra. Her nerves tingled, the rest of her becoming increasingly aroused, and she writhed and twisted on the bed, arms above her head, with him effectively holding her hostage. She didn’t care as long as he continued to pay homage to her body.
He unhooked the front catch of her bra with way too much skill and peeled the cups off her heavy breasts. “I need to taste you, baby.”
Her sex clenched. Her nipples peaked even tighter. And when he latched on to one sensitive tip, she felt the tug deep in her core. “Scott, God.” She arched up, inadvertently pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
He cupped one big hand around her other breast and began to pluck and play with the nipple, pulling and pinching with his fingers, his mouth continuing to do the same with the other tip. Sensations pummeled her and she rocked her hips back and forth, her pussy seeking the same rough, hard contact he was giving to her breasts.
He pinched a nipple harder, and she whimpered.
“You’re sensitive, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “That’s sort of . . . new. I never—” But she was so close. Could she really come from him playing with her breasts alone?
“You will now.” He followed that comment by lavishing her with the most wonderful tugs, pulls, and twists of his fingers and wet laps of his tongue.
As if he’d tapped into a powder keg, sparks flew from her nipples to her clit, a dull roar filled her head, and suddenly he slid his fingers over her sex, adding to the maelstrom. The sounds surrounding her were unfamiliar, loud, and she realized, coming from her. He slid two fingers back and forth over her clit, the pressure building and making her ready to detonate.
“Come, baby.”
His words triggered the explosion, and her body began to pulse and fly, her orgasm a living, breathing thing that consumed her, body and soul. The waves of pleasure went on and on with Scott in control, his rough voice and slick fingers taking her on a glorious ride.
She came back to herself as he braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, his large body over hers. “Good?” he asked.
Her lips lifted in what had to be a loopy grin. “Yes, hotshot. You proved you’re a man of your word.”
“Not yet, I haven’t.” His gaze met hers, that penetrating stare zeroing in. “I promised you’d come often. That was just once.” He slid his erection back and forth over her sex, and what little breath she’d regained left in a whoosh. “Condom.”
She swallowed hard. “I think there are some left in my drawer.” She looked away.
He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, retrieved protection, ripped the foil open, and slid it on. “I need to feel you wet and hot around my cock.” He rocked his thick member lower, nudging at her entrance, gliding in, pulling out with short thrusts and rough groans. Back and forth with obvious care.
She had the distinct feeling he was going slowly in deference to her, and that was the last thing she wanted. “I’m not going to break,” she told him.
He studied her as if searching for answers, his need obvious in his taut expression. He was holding back.
“The doctor didn’t give me any restrictions.” She arched her hips and clasped him more tightly inside her, drawing her knees up and pulling him in deeper.
With a groan, he broke and thrust hard, filling her up completely. He was so big, and she reveled in the fullness. She wrapped her arms around him, and he didn’t stop her from touching him this time, so she took the time to memorize the moment. The way his hard body molded to hers, the thickness of him inside her, and his heady, arousing scent. She didn’t want to forget a second of this moment and knew she never would.
“Can’t not move,” he muttered and began a steady pounding inside her, giving her everything, holding nothing back.
His body felt glorious inside hers, and to her shock, pleasure began to tease her again, another climax building quickly. He took her hard, his thrusts culminating with a grind of his hips, the angle of his penetration hitting a spot she’d never known
