Hello,inner goddess.
“Jesus,Andie. You are absolutely gorgeous.”
Hisheart had been hammering since she’d invited him to push things “a little,” andnow it sped up, threatening to burst free of his ribcage.
Shestepped closer and took him in her hand, stroking him, just about undoing him.What had begun as a pulsing fire caught and flared into white heat. He pulledher to him, relishing her silky flesh pressed against his, and kissed her hard.Laying her on the bed beneath him, his eyes locked on hers as he entwined hisfingers in her thick tresses. Her small frame fit him perfectly, as thoughthey’d been cast from complementary molds.
Hekissed his way over her body, pausing to lick and suck and taste, catalogingevery contour and crease and freckle—and tattoo. Wait. What? He pushed thethought away, lulled by her moans. They were music, their pitch rising andfalling as his hands and mouth feasted on her.
Hewasn’t high and he wasn’t drunk, yet every sensation electrified him.
Shallowand ragged, his breathing echoed hers, and when she murmured his name, hetautened to an unbearable breaking point. Thoughts became disjointed imagesswirling in his head. He’d never wanted anyone as desperately as he wanted her,and his focus narrowed to one pinpoint of pleasure.
Thepulse of her hips, the arch of her back, the smell of her arousal told him shewas ready for him. Her body seemed to hum in tune with his. Bracing himselfabove her, he teased her slick seam, aching to plunge inside her.
And shebrought him to a crashing halt with two words.
“Beck.Condom?” She was breathless, her smoldering eyes fixed on him.
Hismind blanked for a beat, two, three. Shit!
“Areyou on birth control?” he panted.
Herbrows wrinkled. “IUD, but …”
Realizationdoused some of the desire clouding his mind. Duh! Why the hell would shetrust you to be clean? And what the hell had come over him anyway? Usingprotection was a cardinal rule he never broke. Until right now.
“Don’tmove.” He pulled himself off her with a groan and set off on a quest as shetracked him with her gaze. Bounding into the closet, he found his jeans,snatched his wallet from a pocket, yanked out a foil packet, and tore so hardhe ripped the condom. Fuck! Another rookie mistake. He fished out asecond one. Then he glanced down at himself. Shit!
“I mightneed more, uh, encouragement,” he croaked.
“Thenget back in bed. I can’t encourage you when you’re hiding in thecloset.”
Youjust did.
Hetrotted to the bed, dropped the condom on the nightstand, and sank into herembrace, covering her body with his, cradling her head in his hands. Jesus, shefelt so good. “Sorry,” he murmured into her hair. “You short-circuitedmy brain.” Never been so turned on.
She ranher hands over his back and let out a throaty laugh. “Goes both ways.”
Jesus.Her skin waswarm, silky, and it charged his, stippling it, dissolving his embarrassment ashe kissed a trail from her ear to her collarbone. Sighs flowed over her lipsand tongue, tickling his ear. Her fingers danced between them and stroked hislength.
Fuck.He kissed herdeep and desperate and long and wet, losing himself in her supple mouth, thefeel of her beneath him, and her hand teasing him until he couldn’t take anymore. He sat up and gave her a sidelong glance as he reached for the condom.Christ, could she be any more enticing?
With acoy grin, she lifted herself on an elbow. “Can I help?”
Heshook his head. “I’m afraid you’ll unman me.”
Shefastened her eyes on him sheathing himself. God, she was sexy. The way shelooked, all tousle-haired and plump-lipped, the way she shifted her lusciousbody, the way her foot languidly caressed his flank, was off-the-charts fuckinghot, and he nearly fumbled. Christ almighty!
He gotthe damn thing on and climbed up her body, easing himself between her partedlegs. You’re not sixteen, Beck. Make it last. Eyes locked on his, sheguided him, and he entered her, a groan rumbling through his chest, drowningout her gasp. He began moving inside her, willing himself to take it slow, butas her hips rose to take him in, as she hooked her legs over his hips, as sheroamed her hands over his ass and up his back, digging her fingernails in hisflesh, he drove in harder, faster, plunging to the hilt on each thrust. Hismind was lost. One primal sensation ruled. He pounded into her center, and shematched his rhythm, her moans building to guttural crescendos. Her musclestightened around him. She nipped his shoulder and shuddered to a stop, utteringhis name in a breathless cry. Unable to hold back, he followed her over theedge with his own explosive release.
Whatcould have been seconds or hours later, he lay breathing heavily against herneck as awareness drifted back to him. One hand palmed her hip, and the otherwas twisted in her hair. Her heart hammered against his chest. Flitting up anddown his back, her fingers left swaths of goosebumps as her breathing evened.
Shekissed his shoulder and flicked her tongue over it. “I’m sorry I bit you.”
Heraised his head and looked into her exquisite eyes, then traced her brow, herjaw, and brushed his thumb over her swollen lips. “I’m not.” Rolling to hisside, he pulled her into his arms. She threw her leg over his, nuzzling hisneck, her hand on his chest. He covered it with his and stared at the ceiling.
Neverknew anyone could rock my world like that.
Afterhis heart rate slowed, he kissed the top of her head. “Be right back.”
In thebathroom, he disposed of the condom and cleaned up. When he returned, she wasseated on the bed, facing away from him, her tangled hair brushing hershoulders. The light bathed her back in gold, and he ran his eyes overher—until they snagged on that small tattoo low on her hip. He slid in behindher, wrapping an arm around her middle, and kissed her neck. She shivered andcraned her head to peck his cheek.
Hetraced the tattoo. “What’s this?”
“What’sit look like?”
“Likethe letter A in a heart. When did you get it?” He squelched hisirritation, or at least tried to keep it from his voice.
Sheshrugged. “A few years ago.”
“Idon’t understand why people get tattoos
