The atmosphere was thick with the anticipation that pounded through her. Her nerves were ragged. Her hormones were caught up in a frenzy.
Freeing her mouth, he hummed. “Love feeling your pulse racing beneath my thumb. Love breathing in the scent of your need. I swear I can almost taste it.”
She lifted a brow. “Why settle for ‘almost?’ Why not have a real taste?”
“Oh, I will. Soon.”
“I don’t like ‘soon.’ I prefer ‘now.’”
“I know,” he said, releasing her hair. “Wish I could say I care.”
“Bastard.”
“Remember to keep your arms at your sides.” Alex slipped his finger between her folds and groaned at the hot slickness that greeted him. His dick, full and heavy, jerked hard against his fly. “So deliciously wet. Can’t wait to get my cock in you.” He grazed her lower lip with his teeth. “No woman has ever made me come as hard as you do.”
“Don’t really want to talk about other women.”
“None of them meant anything to me. You? You’re something I need. Something vital. Irreplaceable.” He flexed his hand around her throat and cupped her hard with the other. “I’m going to do whatever I want with this pussy. And you’re going to let me.”
She licked her lips. “Why would I do that?”
“Because you want to. Because you’ll enjoy it. Because I’ll make you come hard over and over.” Alex dipped his fingers inside her—a slow, shallow thrust that made her hips buck. He groaned as her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers. His cock throbbed, aching to be in her. “First, though, I want to watch you come right here.”
Bree moaned as those clever fingers got to work. They stroked, teased, and lightly probed her pussy over and over, wickedly building the tension inside her. All the while, his eyes held hers and his other hand kept a tight grip on her throat.
Just when she came close to cursing his ass for teasing her, he began thrusting his fingers hard and deep. Curving the digits, he rubbed at her sweet spot with every thrust. Oh God, she was so close.
The whole thing pushed her buttons—his eyes locked on hers, his hand wrapped around her throat, his fingers in her pussy … She wound tighter and tighter, feeling like she’d implode any moment.
“Time to come for me.” He thumbed her clit hard, and that was all it took.
Her knees buckling, she came with a loud cry, her pussy clenching his fingers, her nails digging into her palms. And then she sagged in his hold, panting.
Alex withdrew his fingers, hoisted her up, and carried her into the kitchen. He propped her on the island. “Lay back. Good girl.” He gave her thigh a light slap. “Spread them wider for me. Yeah, that’s what I want.”
Struggling to catch her breath, Bree watched as he looked his fill, dragging his gaze over her. His dark eyes flared with masculine satisfaction and a heady sense of ownership.
“Look how tight those nipples are.” He palmed her breasts, his touch rough and possessive. “The perfect handful. And so damn soft.” He latched onto her nipple and suckled.
Bree arched into him, fisting his hair. He drew more of her breast into his mouth; expertly teased it with his tongue and teeth before switching to the other nipple. Only when both buds were throbbing with pleasure/pain did he begin to kiss his way down her stomach.
He removed her hands from his hair and planted them flat on the island. “Keep them there.” Straightening, he lifted her hips and clamped his mouth on her pussy.
She sucked in a breath. That blessed tongue swiped, licked, lashed, and stabbed, making her burn for more. He always did this to her. Always reduced her to this hot, needy creature that could think of only one thing—having him inside her.
No one else had ever evoked such a powerful response from her body. No one else had driven her to such a fever pitch of need that she’d thought she might cry. Her orgasm crept up on her, making her—
“No,” said Alex, gently dropping her hips back to the island. He yanked on her hands to make her sit up. “You’re not coming again until I’m deep in that pussy.” He needed to be in her so fucking bad he almost shook with it.
He snapped open the buttons of his fly and shoved down his jeans. His cock sprang out, full and hard and pulsing. He pulled her flush against him. “Wrap me up, baby girl.” The moment she’d locked her arms and legs around him, he lined the head of his dick to the entrance of her pussy and then gripped her thighs tight. “You want me to fuck you now?”
She bit him. Right on the crook of his neck.
With a guttural growl, he rammed his cock deep. Her head fell back, and her blazing hot pussy squeezed him so tight he was surprised he didn’t see stars. And his control very simply snapped.