He frowned. “Maybe in my toiletry kit. I’m not sure.”
Astrid did not have one. She hadn’t been intimately involved with a man in three years. There’d been no one since Johnathon. It all made sense, but now that she was thinking about it, she did wonder why she’d allowed herself to be so unprepared. She really had been reluctant to admit how much she wanted Clay. “We have to look. I need you.”
They both hurried to their feet and rushed into his bedroom, then into his bathroom. Clay dug through the bag as Astrid stood behind him and kissed his back, her hands on his hips. “One,” he announced. “I found one.”
“Perfect. That’s good enough.” She plucked it from his hand, ready to take charge. She wanted to rock his world. She wanted to show him that they could work together perfectly. No, this wasn’t the office, but there were other ways to demonstrate compatibility.
She grabbed his hand and walked backward into his bedroom, pulling him along as she went. He grinned like a man who knew he was in for something good. You have no idea. She stretched out on the silky bedding and he did the same, their bodies drawn together as lips met lips, arms coiled around the other, and Astrid hitched her leg around Clay’s hip. His fingers dug into the fleshiest parts of her bottom, telling her how badly he wanted her. The feeling was mutual.
Astrid pushed him to his back and kneeled between his legs. She drew a finger up the center of his thigh, from his knee to the deep contour along his hip. He closed his eyes and rolled his head to one side as she repeated the trail on the other side.
“Do you want me to touch you?” she asked. The answer was obvious, but she still wanted to hear it.
“Yes. Please.”
She lowered her head and huffed warm air against his length. “What about now?”
“Now you’re just being mean,” he groaned. “Although I like it. I like you being mean.”
She planted her hands on either side of his chest and kissed his pecs softly, all while her thigh brushed against his erection. “I don’t have it in me to be cruel. I just want to make you happy.” She didn’t want to make him beg. That wasn’t her point. She only wanted it to be amazing. She reached down and took him in her hand, wrapping her fingers around him tightly.
“I’m happy as long as you’re touching me.”
She smiled to herself, caressing his length, up, rolling her palm over the tip, down to the base, tightening her grip as she went. Again, she made mental notes of his reactions, the things that made his mouth go slack with pleasure. She also loved having this small bit of control over him. Normally she felt as though she was at such a disadvantage.
He popped up to his elbows and opened his eyes. “I can’t wait any more. I need to be inside you.” He took one hand and pushed her hair from her face tenderly and kissed her—a slow, soft, wet kiss.
“I want you, too, Clay.” Funny how there were no negotiations inside the bedroom. Only agreement. She took the condom from the bedside table and opened the pouch, rolling it onto him carefully.
He watched every move she made, not tearing his sights from her. The instant she was done, he pulled her down on top of him, then rolled her to her back. It was so forceful and strong, it nearly knocked the breath out of her. She hadn’t felt that desired and wanted for so long. There at his mercy, she dropped her knees, opening herself to him. The wall was about to be gone.
He drove inside, and she waited for the moment when she would slip into the haze of pleasure and the world around her would recede. But that didn’t happen with Clay. As much as she’d dreamed of this, he made it very, very real. He delivered the strokes so artfully that there was no choice but to pay attention. To meet every motion he made with a rock of her hips, and every kiss with one of her own.
He placed a hand on one side of her face, holding up his body weight with his other arm. “Talk to me, Astrid. Tell me what you need.”
For that man of few words, this was a surprise indeed. “Now you want me to talk?” she kidded, raising her head and kissing his chest, then his neck.
“This is important. I don’t want you to be anything less than satisfied.”
The truth was that this had already far surpassed her hopes, but she shifted herself a tiny bit, then grasped his shoulder, pulling him down. “I need your body weight on me.”
“I’ll crush you.”
“You won’t.”
She pulled her knees higher, enjoying every incredible inch of him as he rode inside and out. “That’s it. Right there.”
He sank down against her, adding to the pressure, kissing her deeply and with unending passion. She explored his back, found his incredible ass, giving him a good grab. All the while, each thrust brought her closer to the edge. Her insides were tightening, coiling and about to spring at any second.
“I’m close,” she muttered. Her peak was toying with her, pushing closer, then pulling away.
“Me, too. You feel so amazing.”
She smiled and nestled her face in his neck, letting his stubble rub against her cheeks. She closed her eyes, her muscles contracting faster. He matched her intensity and she clutched his body, grabbing him with everything inside her. She called out sharply as the pleasure drove through her. Then Clay followed, his torso going rigid for a moment, then relaxing as he gave in to it all. He collapsed at her side, but immediately pulled her close, into the safe and warm cocoon of his arms. She hadn’t expected post-sex snuggling. Not from Clay. This
