So, she put her hands on him. She could feel his rapid heartbeat through a solid-walled chest, tattooing at a rising pace.
Clara dropped her hands to the hem of his shirt and helped him off with it.
He was displaying incredible self-discipline considering she was standing almost completely naked and right in front of him. One look in his eyes said he barely contained his hunger.
Her hand immediately flew to the zipper of his jeans. He let her take the lead, freeing his straining erection from the denim confining it. His length was substantial and a trill of awareness skittered across her skin the second she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
His primal groan was sexy as hell and Clara got a thrill out of being the one in control.
He stepped out of his jeans and his boxers joined them next. And then he was standing in front of her, completely naked. This man had the body of a well-tuned athlete. She ran her fingers along the ridges in his chest, smoothing her hand flat over the solid wall that was Daniel. There were scars, not imperfections, scattered across his olive skin. Reminders that he’d worked in a job that faced life and death every day.
“Touch me,” she said, dropping her hands to her sides.
Daniel’s dark gaze intensified. “With what? Fingers or tongue?”
The suggestion sent a sensual current rippling through her.
“No hands.”
“Do you trust me?” His gaze on her goose bumped her arms.
“Yes.”
“Take your panties off,” he practically roared.
She hitched her fingers on each strap at her hips and then slowly slid them down before stepping out of them.
He watched her like a lion assessing its prey, but there was something sensual about it.
And then he took a couple of aggressive steps toward her, causing her breath to hitch and for her to back up until she was smashed against the wall. His gaze captured hers the entire time, not so much as flinching with the movement.
He kept space between them as he trapped her, planting his hands on either side of her neck against the wall.
Her body trembled but not from fear. From need. A bone-deep need to have this man inside her caused her to quake.
Her breasts strained to be touched, her nipples beaded and she could barely catch her breath as her heart pounded her ribs. Her sex heated, craving his touch.
“Daniel, I want you inside me. Now.”
He looked her square in the eye.
“No.”
And then he dipped his head and demanded her mouth, delving his tongue inside, claiming her. Her body was so keenly aware of him, so close, but no contact. He kissed her so thoroughly that she finally understood what it meant to go weak at the knees. Hers were rubber and she was surprised they held her weight.
Daniel tugged, sucked and caught her lower lip in his teeth.
Her body was so alive with sensation. Her breath was already coming out in gasps as her nipples strained for contact.
“Please, Daniel. Touch me. I want to feel you all over me.”
“Not yet.”
His tongue trailed down her neck, across her collar bone before making its way south. Clara put her hands flat against the wall to stop them from reaching out to touch him.
Electric sensations pulsed from her core to her fingertips, alighting her senses as he took a nipple in his mouth. His hot breath lit a fire insider her as she trembled, gripping the wall to keep her upright.
And then he released her breast, cold air immediately covered her. Her breathing was jagged and a thunderclap of need welled from deep within.
Suddenly, he was on his knees.
“Hitch your leg over my shoulder,” he said. She lifted her high heel and did exactly as he said.
He turned his head, still keeping his hands off her, and slid his tongue along her inner thigh, his hot breath marking a trail toward her sex.
Clara couldn’t hold back anymore. She tunneled her fingers into his thick hair.
He stopped and his muscles went rigid.
“Hands against the wall,” he demanded. His masculine voice trailed along her skin and her stomach freefell.
She moved her hands, gripping the wall. In the next second his tongue was teasing her sex. She gasped and then lost her breath like she’d just dropped forty feet on a roller coaster.
Erotic sensations pulsed through her as three of his fingers worked circles on her heat. His tongue dipped inside her and she moaned with pleasure.
All she could do was surrender to the heat building inside her, begging, straining, desperate for release.
Before she tipped over the edge, she pushed him away. She wanted the feeling of jumping off that mountain together.
Words were no longer necessary.
He seemed to understand exactly what she needed, exactly what her body craved.
Daniel was on his feet in the next second as the flame threatened to consume both of them. He picked her up like she weighed nothing and she wrapped her legs around his midsection. The tip of his silky-steel length entered her and she reacted by wiggling him deeper inside.
Their breath was coming out in rasps now. She loved the feel of him inside her, the feel of his hands on her round bottom, moving her up and down on his shaft as she bucked her hips.
She slicked her tongue over his bottom lip and wrapped her arms around him. Her straining breasts were flush against his muscled chest. His fingers dug into her hips as he aided her sliding up and down on his erection, riding him so hard and fast and furious that need took over and her body threatened to tip over the edge.
He felt amazing inside her, all over her.
And then in the next second, he’d taken them to the bed. Her back hit the duvet and suddenly his heft was on top of her, pressing her deep into the mattress.
His hands palmed her breasts and her nipples strained. A well of need raged inside her, building tempo until she was on the edge. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she met
