One night only.
However, before I could decide what to do, Arran’s hands moved over my body. With light strokes, he learned every inch of me—my ribs, my waist, my stomach. Then his hands glided around to my ass, and he was kissing me again, deeper, hungrier kisses, and he drew me against his arousal. I thought it meant he was changing the vibe between us, pulling us back into that one-night-only place.
But as I stroked my hands down his arms, his kisses grew gentler. He nipped at my lower lip and then eased away to stare into my eyes as he glided his hands up my back to my bra strap. With a practiced dexterity, he unhooked my bra. I tried not to think about the other women from his past, and that soon became easy because of how he watched me.
Like I was the only woman in the world.
Arran nudged the straps down my arms, and it fell to the floor. His gaze slowly disconnected from mine, and I shivered as his eyes grew hooded. His hands tightened around my biceps while he feasted on the sight of my naked breasts. My nipples pebbled under his perusal, tight, needy buds that begged for his mouth.
“Fuck me,” Arran groaned as he cupped them. “You’re so gorgeous, I can barely stand it.”
I moaned and arched into his touch. Ripples of desire undulated low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. All the time, his eyes oscillated between my face and my breasts. I thrust into his touch, muttering my need for him.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked hoarsely. “Fantasized about having you in my arms like this? It’s fucking haunted me, Ery. And yet no fantasy could stand up to the reality of you. I need you.” The words had barely broken past his lips when his mouth found mine. This kiss was rough, hard, desperate, and his groan filled me as he pinched my nipples between forefingers and thumbs.
I gasped, and his growl of satisfaction made me flush with pleasure. Feeling the fabric of his tee beneath my hands, I curled my fists into it and jerked my lips from his. “Take it off.”
Arran let go of me, stepped back, and yanked his T-shirt up and off. As he threw it behind him and then worked on his boots and jeans, I reveled in the sight of him. I hadn’t been able to ogle him the last time I’d seen him shirtless, but now I could enjoy the view.
He worked out regularly and had a gorgeous body, but it wasn’t overly muscled. He was strong and masculine, athletic. Perfect. His thick thighs and muscular calves caused another hard flip in my lower belly. I moaned when he had to peel his boxer briefs over his erection, and when freed, he was so hard it strained toward his abs. He wanted me. Badly.
Every part of my body swelled toward him as I watched him pull a condom from his wallet and roll it over his erection. I licked my lips, desperate to feel the thickness of him inside me.
“Hurry.”
In answer, Arran grasped me around the waist, but instead of guiding me down to the bed, he turned and sat on the edge. Then he guided me to straddle him, his arousal hot against my stomach.
Arran touched my chin, bringing my head up to lock our gazes. My fingers curled into the back of his shoulders as I took in his expression. There was so much emotion in his eyes. Lust, need … but something more too. I wasn’t ready to contemplate what this meant.
“Arran?”
He slid his hand along my neck, tangling in my curls to grab a handful. Then he gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.
I gasped as sensation slammed through me, my hips automatically undulating as he sucked, laved, and nipped at me. Tension coiled between my legs, tightening and tightening as he moved between my breasts, his hot mouth, his tongue—
“Arran!” I was going to come again with only this.
Then he stopped, and I lifted my head to beg, to plead for him to keep touching me, but halted when he gripped my hips. Guiding me, he lifted me up, and I stared down at him, waiting as he took himself in hand.
Taking his cue, I lowered myself onto him, feeling the tip of him against my slick opening. Tingles cascaded down my spine and around my belly, deep between my legs.
Too long.
It had been too long.
That was what I kept telling myself. That was why I was so needy, so on the precipice of coming with just his tip in me. But I knew it was more.