“No,” he commanded, grabbing both her hands and securing them over her head with one of his. “No touching yet. And no legs.”
She immediately unwrapped her legs from around his waist. “But—”
“I said—” He reached under her thigh and smacked her ass just hard enough to sting a little. “No.”
A moan was wrangled out of her, her nostrils flared, and her cheeks flushed. She looked up at him with hot, blazing eyes. “Oh my God. Do it again.”
“Not yet.” He clenched his teeth at the rush of lust that came crashing over him at her reaction. Running his hand over her inner thigh, he crept closer to her core, but then moved away before he touched her. “I’m in charge here, because if I’m not, you’ll break me before I’m ready. And I have to break you first, Anna.”
He caressed her ass in the same spot where he had slapped her and gave it a gentle love tap. Her eyes widened and she arched her back. She curled her hands into fists and writhed beneath him, begging without words for his touch. Shit.
“No touching,” he commanded, his voice harsh even to his own ears. “I’m letting go, but don’t move your arms.”
He released her hands, running his fingers down the length of her arms and over her breasts. When his fingers neared her hard nipples, she drew in a shaky breath and held it. Slowly, he traced the circle, his finger lightly brushing against her nipple. She released her breath on a sigh, arching into his touch.
Her nails dug into the mattress. “More. I need more.”
And just like that, the pleasure of memorizing every detail of her reactions gave way to the even stronger need to conquer her. To claim her as his. He closed his mouth around her taut peak, sucking her in deep. His other hand slid over to her ignored breast, and she fit into his palm as if she were made for him.
She moaned and slid her hands over his back, stopping at the waist of his pajama pants again. Tugging insistently, she yanked them over his hips and down his legs. When they hooked on his knees, he let out a soft curse and rolled to his feet. Stepping out of his only remaining clothing, he hesitated to meet her eyes. All his teenaged years, he’d been the skinny, smelly geek no one would look twice at. He had spent his adult life making up for that humiliation in the gym with a personal trainer. Though he knew he was no longer that lanky kid, Anna had known him back then. Anna had seen him at his worst.
And yet she still wanted him.
He lifted his chin and met her stormy eyes. They fairly glowed with desire, and she lifted up on her elbows. “Holy crap, Brett. Just…wow.”
She opened her arms to him, and the wall around his heart cracked a little more. Such warmth, and complete acceptance. What had he done to deserve this?
And what did he have to do to make her stay?
Swallowing hard, he slid into her arms and closed his mouth over hers. Kissing her deeply, he tried to convey all the things he felt for her in the way he kissed her. The play of his tongue. The movement of his lips.
All the things he wished he could say, he put into that kiss.
Everything he’d never say.
She whimpered and slid her hands over his ass, digging her nails into the tender skin there with a desperation that he could taste. Rolling her hips against him, she opened her legs and closed them around his waist. She was so close—close enough that only a single thrust would give him what he wanted. It would be so easy to bury himself inside her. To finally feel her muscles clenching his cock as he fucked her.
But she wasn’t ready.
Not yet.
It has to be perfect. She deserves perfect.
He moved down her body as she moaned his name. Grinding his teeth at the sensation of her perfect breasts sliding over his chest, he reclaimed her nipple. After he scraped his teeth against it, he sucked the bud gently into his mouth.
She cried out and gripped his ass, trying to pull him closer to her. His stomach twisted and turned, and everything inside him screamed at him to hurry up. To make her his. He broke free of her hold and gave a love bite to the middle of her stomach, then kissed it to make the sting go away. He repeated the gesture an inch lower, and even lower still, until he reached her soft blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs.
Until he…
Found goddamned heaven.
He drew in a deep breath, desire making his stomach tighten and his cock grow more and more uncomfortable. Her scent intoxicated him, turned him on more than he ever thought possible. He flicked his tongue against her, growling deep in his throat when her whole body jerked in response. He needed to have more of her.
More everything.
He moved his tongue over her again. She let out a whimper and buried her hands in his hair, tugging hard enough to hurt. Her whole body quivered, and her legs tightened on either side of his head. He grabbed on to her sweet ass, lifting her higher.