“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed her.
She did as told, and he lifted her into his arms and headed back to the bedroom. His pulse pounded hard, increasing with each step. Once inside, he placed her on the bed. From the minute he’d seen her wide-eyed and panicked earlier, he’d felt a primal need to protect. And when she’d turned to him for comfort, he’d wanted to own her and make sure nobody could hurt her again.
He kicked off his sneakers, removed his socks, then reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. “I don’t know if I can take it slow,” he warned her.
Her darkened eyes followed his every movement. “And I don’t want you to. I told you once before, I’m not fragile.”
She lifted her shirt and threw it the way his had gone, leaving her bare on top, no bra, revealing plump breasts, pink nipples taut and ripe, begging for his lips, his mouth. His teeth.
He hissed out a slow breath, unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them quickly. When he glanced back, she was shimmying out of her sweats, pulling her panties off along with them. She added them to the pile on the floor.
Then he glanced down and took her in—beautiful woman, all glowing skin and flushed cheeks.
“Look what you do to me.” He took himself in hand and ran his palm up and down the painfully hard length.
“I am.” She pushed herself backward and leaned against the headboard. Her legs were parted, giving him a good look at her glistening pussy. He groaned and pumped his shaft harder.
With an intoxicating smile, she crooked a finger his way. “Come here and let me take care of you.”
He shook his head. Much as he wanted those gorgeous lips around his cock, he needed his mouth on her, needed to taste her.
“Not this time.” He wrapped his hands around her ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the mattress.
“Aaah!” She shrieked in shock. As she realized his plan, she glanced up at him with dark eyes full of desire and need.
He grasped her thighs and pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them.
“Oh my God.”
He chuckled, deliberately blowing warm breath on her soft, damp folds.
“Scott—”
He cut off her words with a long swipe of his tongue, and a shuddering moan escaped her throat, causing him to begin teasing her pussy in earnest. He licked her bare outer lips, working his way inward, sliding his tongue up and down, all over her sex, everywhere except the tight bud that needed his attention the most.
She bucked beneath him, writhing, groaning, cursing, and begging him to make her come. He enjoyed her like this, open to him, vocal, and willing to express what she needed. Because that was his mission, to satisfy her in every possible way.
But before he slid inside her tight, hot sex and found his own release—something that would happen way too fast once he felt her slick walls cushioning his cock—he wanted her mindless and crazy, so he kept up his sensual assault now.
He eased her down from the peak, turning his hard licks and nibbles to softer strokes, not wanting her to come just yet. He soothed her with soft flickers that didn’t do anything except arouse and tease. Only when he was sure she’d lost that edge did he begin again, nuzzling her with his nose, inhaling her feminine scent, and sliding his tongue into her hot, wet channel.
Her hips began to buck beneath him, and he fucked her this way, tormenting her and again bringing her higher and higher with his mouth.
“God, Scott, please, I need to come.” She arched and pushed herself up against his lips, her pleading voice so sweet to his ears, he was ready to give her what she needed.
He licked his way to her clit, easing up one side, then down the other. Her thighs trembled, and her entire body drew taut and poised. He flattened his tongue over the tiny bud at the same time he slid one long finger inside her.
“Yes, so close, so, so . . .” Her words were nearly incoherent, and he hooked his finger forward, gliding the pad along her inner walls, hoping to hit just the right spot.
She screamed and shattered around his finger, her pussy contracting in deep, damp spasms, as she ground herself against him to ride out the assault.
Damn, but the sound of her coming, the feel of her suctioning his finger, had his balls drawn up painfully tight. When he was certain she’d finished, he rubbed his mouth along her thigh, and she collapsed against the mattress.
He opened her drawer, found a condom, and sheathed himself in record time. He stood over her, hands on her thighs.
Heavy-lidded eyes looked up at him, a satisfied expression on her face that made him damn proud.
“You still with me, baby?”
Was she still with him? Barely, Meg thought, her body still spasming with delicious aftershocks. She managed a small nod, then took a second to study his too-handsome face, the sexy mouth that had just taken her to heaven, and the hard set of his jaw, so at odds with the caring man who’d been here for her earlier. She didn’t know how she’d be up for anything, but she wanted to please him too.
He poised himself at her entrance. “You’re so fucking amazing,” he said, his words tugging at emotions she was having little success tamping down.
He slid into her slowly, letting her become accustomed to him, first the tip, then, inch by excruciatingly slow inch, the rest of his length. There was no need to take it easy. Her body opened for him, just as she feared her heart could, easily and gladly, taking him inside. He aroused nerve endings she’d thought had passed out from his earlier onslaught.
Warmth spread through her veins, and a quickening began deep
