‘You’ll have to get off me if you want me naked,’ she said.
‘Good point.’ His grin dazzled her. ‘I’ll race you,’ he said, bounding off the bed.
She lurched into a sitting position, and watched mesmerised as he whipped his T-shirt over his head and his six-pack rippled. She looked away, determined not to be distracted from the task at hand by the muscular chest she’d spent most of the night memorising by touch. Anticipation surged through her. She was going to win this race.
She grappled with her shoelaces, cursing her choice of footwear. If only she’d stuck with the sandals. Finally she freed her feet, toed off the boots and flung them off the bed. She heard the thud as his jeans hit the floor, concentrated on wriggling her dress over her hips.
Heat blasted through every nerve ending as she looked up to see him standing before her, gloriously naked and his erection looking even more magnificent than she remembered it.
She bit into her bottom lip; her breath clogged her throat as excitement and trepidation seared her insides like a flash-fire. He mounted the bed, grasped her ankle and gave a sharp tug. ‘Come here,’ he said, dragging her beneath him.
‘Wait.’ She braced her hand on his chest. ‘I want to touch you.’
‘Same here,’ he said, cupping her chin. ‘Let’s negotiate.’
Then he kissed her, moulding their mouths together and crushing her body int
o the mattress. The coarse hair of his chest abraded swollen nipples. She dragged in a breath, let it shudder out as his lips trailed over her collarbone. His tongue slid fire across the swell of her breast and then his teeth nipped at the rigid peak and tugged. Rough hands kneaded her buttocks as his lips found hers again, the kiss so wildly erotic she thought she might be consumed by the flames.
She reached down, shaking with suppressed desire, and cupped his powerful erection in her palm. He shuddered as her fingers wrapped around the pulsing length.
She revelled in the feel of him, everything she’d imagined and more. His forehead touched hers, his whole body vibrating, his breathing harsh as she stroked and caressed him, learning the shape and texture as she had yearned to do all through the night. Velvet over steel. So solid, so warm, so responsive to her touch.
She ran her thumb over the thick head, felt the tantalising bead of moisture. He cursed softly and grasped her wrist, jerking back.
‘You’ll have to stop, or this’ll be over before it’s begun,’ he rasped.
‘I don’t want to stop,’ she cried, desperation edging the words.
Don’t make me stop. Don’t make me think, her mind screamed.
I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘I don’t want to rush you.’
She’d never been more sure of anything in her life.
‘I want to rush. I’m ready,’ she said, alarmed, need overwhelming her. She had to do it now, before the delicious fog of sensation cleared.
‘Let’s see how ready, then,’ he murmured.
Before she could figure out what he meant, his fingers delved into the curls at her sex. She shuddered as he circled her clitoris and probed. She cried, gripped his shoulders, slick juices flooding out as she bucked against those knowing fingers, primed to explode.
He chuckled. The sound deep, husky and self-satisfied. ‘Hell, you’re incredible.’ His fingers pushed inside her, his thumb grazing the hard nub. She moaned, clinging to the edge of control. ‘But you’re a bit tight, Angel Face,’ he said, sounding regretful.
‘What?’ The question shuddered out on a breath of need—and confusion. Why was he still waiting?
He groaned, holding her buttocks as he pressed his erection against the slick folds of her sex. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘You won’t,’ she gasped. ‘I want you inside me.’ How much more encouragement did he need? ‘Now.’
‘You’re sure?’ he asked again, making her want to scream.
She nodded, lifting her knees, angling her hips to accommodate him, so frantic she’d lost the power of speech. If he didn’t get on with it, she’d die of need.
She was about to tell him so when he stilled, cursed under his breath and then, to her complete astonishment, pulled away from her and climbed off the bed.
She bounced up on her elbows. Horrified.