She pulled harder. “Get it off.”
A.J. rose and grabbed at her hands. Softly, he whispered, “Slow down, babe. Slow down. This is not going to happen on the floor, or the couch. I want you in a bed.”
“A.J.,” was all she managed to say as she pressed her body against his. He made a soft, deeply satisfied sound in the back of his throat that made Sienna crazy.
They moved in tandem as he backed her down the hall, simultaneously battling with her attempt to remove his shirt and propel her where he wanted her to go.
“Dammit, Sienna…” he gasped as she palmed him hard.
She felt as if she’d waited a lifetime to feel this way and it was overwhelming her. She had to have him naked, hot and out of control beneath her hands. She pressed him against the wall.
The longing pulled at her like a fast-moving current. As if there weren’t enough minutes in her life to get enough of him.
He tried to remove her hand, but she’d already gotten his fly unzipped, his jeans were already halfway around his hips. She reached down and slipped her hand inside his underwear, taking what she wanted. He was exquisitely hard, exquisitely male.
He shuddered and groaned, pressing up into her palm in an uncontrollable, undulating movement of his hips.
He grabbed her wrist, breathing hard, “Sienna. If you keep this up, it’s going to end before it begins.”
She let go of him in one long caress, and he jerked against her hand.
She grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. She heard him laugh, but the sound got strangled in his throat when she pulled off her shirt. He drank in the sight of her, making Sienna feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.
He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Damn you, you make me crazy,” she whispered, her mouth going to the heated steel muscles she’d bared. Pressing her lips to his salty, musky flesh, she kissed the exposed skin of his enticing flesh, trailing her fingertips along hard muscle.
He moaned softly on an indrawn breath. When her tongue came out and licked his flat nipple, she swallowed as excitement coursed through her. She couldn’t help doing it again, this time gently sucking the hard nub.
Breathing hard, his whole body jerked, his head falling back, his eyes closing in sensual rapture.
In a quick, deft movement he picked her up around the waist and headed for the closest bed. Sienna struggled. She wanted, wanted, wanted until she couldn’t think, breathe, or wait. He made it there just before she slipped out of his grasp.
She grabbed for him again. “Wait.”
But she couldn’t. A.J. captured her hands and spun her around. He held her imprisoned against his chest. He took a long, shuddering breath.
With one hand he held on to her, with the other he unsnapped her jeans and worked them and her panties down her legs. He picked her up, kicked the jeans and panties away. His hand grabbed her naked hip and pulled her buttocks tight against his groin. Sienna moaned softly, unable to think straight. “Please, A.J., please,” she pleaded.
“Ah, babe. You are so beautiful.” He buried his face in her hair, thrusting his erection against her. He slid his hand down between her legs, stroking her where she so desperately needed to be touched. He let go of her wrists, and she arched her back, twining her arms around his neck. He slid his hand up her taut rib cage and cupped her full breast, his thumb stroking across her hard nipple. She cried out and bucked in his arms.
“Sienna,” he whispered hoarsely as he moved with her toward the bed. He pushed her down, and followed her, but was up again, racing out of the room. When he came back, he fumbled with the foil packet, while Sienna clutched at him. Her hands were at his waist, removing his jeans and underwear. The heat of him, the thickness of his muscles, and the heavy sound of his breathing made the need tighten within her again.
With quick movements, he protected her, then he was on her, shoving into her with his hands at her hips, pulling her toward him, breathing hard and raggedly, and saying her name over and over.
She put her arms around his neck. His kiss was wide open against her mouth as his body drove into her. The sensation engulfed her: the force of him, his hands pressed into her buttocks, pulling her up into him in his own impassioned cadence.
She wanted to cry out; she couldn’t seem to breathe deeply enough for the sensation that dilated and spread inside her. She pressed upward and he drove into her, harder and harder, his thrusts pulling something impossible from within her, something crazy and frightening that she could not defend against.
He gripped her to him. She heard him making low sounds as if words were throttled in his chest. A deep tremor passed through him and into her, a powerful instant of suspension, with his face pressing into the curve of her shoulder.
Then, with a harsh rush of air between his teeth, he relaxed. He rested his forehead against her breast, breathing deeply, pulling back a little to put weight on his hands.
She felt him trembling with the awkwardness of the position, and it dawned on her with a shaky, hysterical little spurt of humor that he still had one foot on the floor.
“I’m glad you find this so funny. I’ve never been in such a precarious position while making love. You’re a dangerous woman.”
She laughed again. She couldn’t seem to help it. She felt as light as air. A.J. laughed, too, pushed up and away from her, and stood.