“You sure? We can do as little or as much as you’re comfortable with.”
“I want it all.”
He groaned. “Fuck. Have you got any protection?”
“Oh. No.” She bit her lip. “Do we need it? I have an implant.”
“Damn. You’re killing me here. I’m clean, baby. We get check-ups regularly and I always use condoms.”
“Oh, I am too. I haven’t had sex in a long time.”
“Nothing I want more than to take you bare but are you certain? We can do other things. Fun things. If you’re not ready to make this step.”
Not ready? Was he insane? She was more than ready. “I want you, Bain. Please. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
“You already are. Ain’t anything going to change that.”
But he slid his mouth down to her chest, tugging at the neckline of her tank top. He drew it down over her breasts, freeing them to his gaze.
“Fucking prettiest breasts, I’ve ever seen.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she arched up, crying out. The sensation of his teeth against her sensitive nipple was almost too much. Just this side of pain.
And she fucking loved it.
He moved to her other nipple, but rather than giving it the same treatment, he sucked the tight nub into his mouth, then ran the flat of his tongue over it.
“Bain. Bain, please.”
He sat on his knees and pulled her up, drawing her top off. “Please, what?”
Christ, she didn’t know. Please don’t stop. Please give me more.
She wanted it all. She wanted to lose herself in him. Already her mind was clouded in a fog of arousal.
“Please more,” she finally managed to get out.
“You only had to ask.”
Well, if she’d known that she might have asked a long time ago. He drew her bottoms down, pulling them off, leaving her completely naked. His gaze took her in, studying her until she started to feel slightly self-conscious.
“Bain? I…”
“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered. He ran his finger down between her breasts, over her tummy to her mound. “I don’t always have the right words, angel. Probably never will. But just know you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen in my life. And a lifetime of having you won’t ever be enough.”
She thought those words were perfect.
“Want you sitting up,” he told her gruffly, reaching for her hands to help her sit. “Shuffle back so you’re leaning against the headboard. Hands up, grabbing hold of the top.”
She leaned against the padded, velvet headboard and reaching back with her hands.
“Keep your hands there,” he commanded.
Her heart raced. She’d never had someone take control in the bedroom. Then again, she didn’t exactly have a lot of sexual experience.
“You okay, angel?” he asked.
“Uhh, yeah, like I told you, I don’t have a lot of, umm, experience. With sex,” she added lamely. “I only had sex once, and it was bad. So bad. I didn’t even get to come. It was over in a few pumps. Not that I actually wanted much more, ‘cause it was kind of sore and the grunting noises he made were weird and I’m gonna shut up now,” she said as he gaped at her.
“It was sore? Did he make you come first? Did he ensure that you were nice and wet and ready for him?”