Creed’s other hand ran down my arm and I felt the grip on my throw loosen as it slid down my body. I didn’t feel the chill anymore. I felt warm, almost too warm. Creed’s hand touched my waist and he gently turned me to face him.
His right hand slid into my tangled hair and he tugged at it enough to tilt my head back. Our gazes locked, just before his mouth covered mine. It wasn’t painful but he wasn’t exactly gentle either. The hard press of his lips felt as if he was placing a claim on me that we both knew he didn’t have the right to do. My brain knew I should stop this but my body was clawing to get as close to him as possible.
With both of his hands now on my hips, he pushed me until my back was against the closed door. The possessive move made me slightly crazy. My hands slid into his hair and when his right hand eased down my bare thigh past the oversized flannel shirt I was wearing, I was ready to climb all over him. Right and wrong didn’t matter to me in this moment.
Creed clasped his hand over my knee and pulled it up to his waist. The vulnerability I suddenly felt caused me to tense for only a moment. The hardness behind the zipper of his jeans made everything else fade beneath the desire flooding me.
My body took over and nothing else mattered but the pleasure. Grabbing his biceps, I raised my knee higher and rubbed against the temptation.
“Sailor,” he groaned and his hand grabbed my other thigh, pulling it up so that my feet were no longer on the floor. I was pressed against the door, open to him. His mouth pulled back from mine and our eyes locked as he cupped my butt and rocked against me.
“Ah!” I cried out from the delicious pressure.
Creed’s eyes heated as he moved a hand down until it slipped between my legs. I was lost the moment his fingers moved under my panties and began to stoke the tenderness. “Oh god,” I moaned, clinging to him, afraid I would explode.
“I’ve dreamed about you,” he told me in a husky whisper before his mouth began trailing kisses along my jawline while his fingers continued to explore.
If he wanted a response, he wasn’t getting one. Words were becoming too difficult.
“So damn sweet,” he said against my ear and I shivered, squeezing his arms until my nails dug into the skin. “I need you, Sailor.”
He had me. I lifted my hips, forcing his finger inside me. “Yes!” I cried out at the entry.
“Fuck,” he growled and then I was moving. He held me against him and walked the few steps to the sofa before laying me down. The burning hunger in his gaze made me tremble with excitement. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, dropped it to the floor and then went to his jeans. I’d known he would be beautiful naked, but the chiseled perfection seemed ridiculously unfair. I wanted to sit up and touch him. Run my fingers over him like I would a sculpture that enraptured me.
His hands moved to my shirt and with ease, he had it unbuttoned. When his hands went to my panties, he slowed and his gaze lifted to mine then went back to the white satin before he began easing them down my legs. What came next I wasn’t expecting and the second he shoved my thighs open and lowered his head I stopped breathing.
Creed’s tongue began to circle my clit then lick slowly between my folds. My hands gripped his hair and sounds came from me I didn’t recognize. Nothing mattered. If I died that would be okay. Just so he didn’t stop. Nothing had ever felt this amazing. He made a low sound in his chest and the vibration felt incredible. “Oh God!” I screamed and pulled at his hair.
With his tongue flat, he slowly licked until my orgasm burst free, causing me to shout his name among other things. By the time it eased, Creed had moved over me and the moment I opened my eyes to look at him, he slid inside of me. Another cry escaped me and I lifted my hips to meet his thrust.
“It’s always been you,” he whispered the words.
He began to rock his hips as each press into me became more forceful. I moved my right knee higher, wrapping my leg around his back and the position caused him to grow more intense. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder then a sharp bite from his teeth startled me. The pain shouldn’t make my body ignite more, but it did. When he licked the spot he’d bitten, I felt my second orgasm beginning to build. I wanted him to bite me again. What was wrong with me?