I like how he smiles at me with that dimple and all. It shows me just how much he likes me. “Well, then, I think you and I have the potential to be explosive.”
“In a good way or bad?”
“Both.” He inhales deeply, and then runs his finger from my ankle all the way up my thigh, pushing the blanket out of his way. “You’re right, we have a lot stacked against us at the moment. By the time this particular adventure ends, we’ll either come out of this stronger or destroyed, and that’s a truth I don’t think either of us can ignore.”
He’s right—I couldn’t. But…“Tell me why you think that.”
“Because that’s what happens when you take a bite out of forbidden fruit.” I can tell he means it. The way he’s looking at me is like he knows he shouldn’t have me, but he just can’t help himself. “It’s either worth it or it burns you in the end.”
I have to admit that I like that he’s taking risks for me. I want to take them for him, too. “All right,” I drawl. “Where exactly does that leave us, then?”
“It leaves us taking this minute by minute until our lives have somehow returned to a place where a relationship would be healthy.” He closes the distance between us; his warm breath brushes across my lips. “We needed this tonight. Both of us. But for now, I’m not thinking of the future, I’m thinking of right now. And I know exactly what I want.”
“What’s that?” I whisper, shivering at the dark lust filling his eyes.
He doesn’t answer me with words. He leans in and our lips dancing together say it all. Then, with little effort on his part, I’m in his arms and he’s leading us back to the place we both want to go.
My bed.
He slides the blanket off my shoulders, leaving me bare, and lays me down against the mattress. Keeping his eyes fixed on me, he drops his pants and climbs onto the mattress, hovering over me. Then he answers me fully and completely. “You’ll never be just sex to me, Hadley.” His eyes are locked onto mine, staring so deeply. “Tonight, I want you until the sun comes up and reality returns to us.” He opens my bedside drawer and takes out a condom, which he clearly remembered from when he was looking for bugs, then he slides oh-so-perfectly between my thighs. “I want you in the way I’ve always wanted you—naked and beneath me.” He opens the condom and sheathes his hard cock. “And for now that’s enough for me.” One brow arches. “Is that enough for you?” He stares at me and waits, making the choice mine.
Maybe not forever, but he’s right—for now, it is. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
The smile he gives me is all the foreplay I need. Obviously he knows it, because he does nothing to prepare me. The tip of his cock presses against my slick slit as his tongue slides across mine. He swallows my moan as he enters me, arching my back, pressing me into the strength of his body.
In and out, his cock fills me, moving in, deeper and deeper. I explore the flexing muscles of his back while he warms me up, pulling on everything inside of me that aches to be claimed by him.
“Christ, your pussy is perfect,” he murmurs, flipping our positions.
Straddling him, I shift my hips back and forth and set a slow rhythm, encouraged by the way he’s looking at me. Intense. Playful. Delighted, even. Back and forth, I move against him, as his hands lift to my breasts. He tweaks my nipples, pinching the buds and releasing them, gently and teasi
ngly.
“You’ve imagined doing this to me, yes?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan, pressing my hands against his hard chest. God, he’s perfection. I run my fingers over his ripped abs, feeling each and every one of his muscles flex beneath my fingers.
His eyebrows draw together, a low moan escaping his mouth, as he releases my nipples. With his big, strong, capable hands, he massages my breasts until I’m shifting faster.
“Have you touched yourself in this bed thinking of me beneath you?” he asks, dragging his fingers under the curve of my breasts down my stomach, leaving me shivering.
“Many times,” I rasp, tossing my head back, arching into the pleasure.
His hands slide back up my torso, over my breasts, and his fingers thrust into my hair. Keeping his back on the mattress, he brings my mouth down to his. His lips press against mine, stirring the intensity inside that only he brings out so naturally.
It’s the way he kisses that means everything. He’s slow, patiently pulling me into his command. It’s like he tries to be gentle until I make him crazy with need. And then he always deepens the kiss, moving his mouth roughly against mine, breathing deep. He enjoys kissing me, and I like how much he enjoys it.
But this time he doesn’t deepen the kiss, he backs away.
I see how he’s fighting for control in the quiver of his muscles and the tightness in his expression when he rests his hands on my thighs and instructs, “Show me what you thought about doing to me.”
His eyes begin scanning over my breasts, my face, and he doesn’t help me shift my hips. He gives me that control. I realize why—today he lived out the fantasy of having me, indulging himself in the way he’s thought of doing for a year.
Now it’s my turn.
I begin rocking my hips, looking down at the muscles on his torso that held my mind for so long. Oh, how I imagined touching them while his rock-hard cock pleasured me. But he was even better than I could have dreamed. I trace every curve of his muscles, memorizing all the lines that make up his spectacular body. Then I look into his eyes and feel the spike in my heart rate. He is sexy. He is what men strive to be, and he is that naturally. The power he commands with a single look is staggering.
My breasts feel heavy, my body lights up with sensitivity as I grind myself against him, rubbing my clit along the hardness of his body. I tuck my feet against his thighs, getting leverage. I move harder and faster. Pleasure sweeps me away as I take what I need to take from him. What I’ve always wanted to take from him.