It was him.
I wanted him.
Arran took hold of my hip with one hand and cupped my right breast with the other, and I gasped at the overwhelming thick sensation as I lowered onto him.
The coiling tension that had sprung so tight, so quickly, exploded with only his tip inside me.
I cried out and clung to his shoulders as my climax tore through me, my inner muscles rippling and tugging and drawing Arran in deeper. Shuddering, my hips jerking, my abs spasming, I wrapped my arms around Arran’s neck to hold on as I shook through it. I rested my forehead against his.
As the last of the tremors passed through me, I became aware of Arran’s bruising grip on my hips and the overwhelming fullness of him inside me. At some point during my orgasm, he’d plunged all the way in.
Oh, Lord.
Cheeks hot with embarrassment, I lifted my head to see his reaction, and the desire in his eyes made my inner muscles throb around him.
He grunted at the feeling. “Ery?”
Mortified, I whispered, “It’s been a long time for me.”
Arran’s chest heaved a little. “That was … fuck … It took everything in me not to fucking unload watching you come on me.” His countenance darkened. “But you better be ready to come again because we’re not done, not by a long shot.” Arran launched up off the bed and turned around to drop us on it. The motion drove him so deep inside me, it took my breath away.
Arran muttered a hoarse expletive as he hovered over me and then wrapped his hands around my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head.
He moved inside me with powerful thrusts, his eyes focused intensely on mine. Like he needed the eye contact. Like I needed it. And I hated to admit, but I did. I could never be in this moment with someone I didn’t feel this connected to. That was the terrifying truth.
And I wanted to feel him everywhere; I wanted to grip his ass and feel it clench and release with each stroke, but he held me down.
I’d felt claustrophobic with an ex who liked to dominate in the bedroom. But with Arran, his holding me down so I could only take what he had to give, was strangely exciting.
The tension built again with every thick drag of him in and out. His features strained taut with lust, and with one more powerful glide in and out, I came again, shorter, sharper, but no less intense. With just one hard tug of my climax, Arran swelled inside me. He pressed my hands hard to the bed as he tensed between my legs and then—
“Eredine! Fuck! Eredine!” His hips jerked and shuddered against mine.
Eventually, he released my wrists and slumped over me, his face in my neck, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, caressing his warm, damp skin.
Slowly, however, as his breathing eased and his whole body relaxed, the heaviness of his weight became too much. I couldn’t breathe. And it wasn’t because of his weight. I grew panicked as I realized …
One night wasn’t enough.
16
ARRAN
Not wanting to crush Ery, I rolled off and collapsed on my back, panting.
We’d just had sex, and it was phenomenal.
She tasted better than I could imagine. She felt better than any fantasy I’d had of her.
Turning my head to grin at her, I found her staring up at the ceiling.
“You should probably leave now, right?”
Scowling, I demanded, “Ery, look at me.”
She reluctantly turned her head on the pillow. Confusion roiled in those beautiful eyes.
“You said one night only.”
Eredine nodded. “Yup.”
“The night isn’t over, and I’m not done. I’m going to deal with this condom, and then I’m going to fuck you again. Sound good?”
She bit her lip as her nostrils flared with need. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I leaned over and kissed her in a manner that left no room for guessing what I planned next.
By the time I returned to the bedroom, Ery sat up against the pillow, one long leg bent at the knee, her opposite arm flung over her head, her fingers playing with one of her curls.
I stood for a moment, frozen, as I took in the spectacular sight of a freshly fucked Eredine Willows relaxing naked on her bed. Blood rushed to my cock, and her eyes lowered as my semi went full mast. “Do you even know how beautiful you are?”
She gave me a pretty, almost shy smile. “You too.”
I grinned at the thought of being called beautiful, but I’d take it. Swooping down to pick up my jeans, I pulled the packet of condoms out of the pocket, took one, threw the rest on the bedside table, and rolled one on. Ery watched my every move, and my skin was hot from her perusal.