"No, but it was awfully distracting."
"Oh." She splays her fingers over my chest. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"I begged you to fuck me, and you did." She cuddles closer. "It was the best sex of my life."
"First of all, you didn't beg." I brush a stray hair away from her face. "You commanded. And I must obey the bonniest, sexiest lass I've ever met." I let my fingers roam down her arm. "It was the best sex of my life too. No thanks are necessary."
She runs her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, then presses her lips together, rubbing them against each other. Her focus drifts to my groin.
I don't even try to quash my smirk. "Again?"
She gazes up at me through her lashes. "How did you know?"
"Because you're looking at me like you could devour me in one bite." I palm her erse, my fingers splayed over one cheek. "I could devour you for sure."
"Then please, feel free. Tonight, think of me as your all-you-can-eat buffet." She nods at my growing arousal. "Don't let that go to waste."
I feign a yawn. "Maybe I'm too exhausted. You are a handful."
She grabs a condom packet from the table.
My erection rubs against her backside as I roll over onto my side, and Erica lies down on her back. I drape my arm over her belly.
She springs upright, strips the bed sheet off our bodies, and climbs astride me.
I settle my hands on her thighs, caressing up and down, exerting more pressure with every pass until I'm massaging deep into her flesh where I can feel her strong muscles beneath all that supple flesh.
Hovering above me, she raises the condom packet to her lips.
I hold my breath, anticipating her next move. She means to put the condom on me with her delicate fingers. Doesn't she? No woman has ever wanted to do that before. I bite down on the tip of my tongue, struggling to restrain my hunger for her, but I've never had much luck with that. The thought of her hands on my cock…
Now I'm so stiff myslatis waving between us like it's inviting Erica to have her way with me.
"Ah, Christ," I groan. "You are going to kill me."
"No." She slides the condom packet across her lower lip. "Just torture you the way you tortured me. Make you beg. Get you so hard you can't think and the only thing you can manage to say is 'please, Erica, please.'"
I grip her thighs, right under her hips, my thumbs nudging her mound. "Please, my sweet Erica, my erotic goddess, please."
"That'll do too," she says, sounding almost breathless.
She rips the foil packet open with her teeth.
Bod an Donais. That might be the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My eyes flare wide, then drift half-closed while I drink in the vision of Erica Teague in the nude, straddling me on her knees and holding the torn edge of a condom packet between her teeth. I tug gently, urging her to bend her knees until her groin lowers to within inches of my erection. A drop of moisture from my crown rubs off on her skin. I ease a hand between her legs, my fingers grazing her mound as I brush my thumb over her clit, making her shiver the slightest bit. "Ye are for certain the bonniest, sexiest woman on earth."
"You said that already."
She rolls the condom down my length, taking her time. When her fingertips glide over my balls, I hiss in a breath and squirm the way only Erica can make me do. I try to pull her down closer with my hand on her thigh, but she rises instead.
I'm fighting for every breath, so aroused by this woman that I can't speak. For the first time in my life, a woman has made me crave her so intensely that I've turned into a sex-obsessed bampot, but I don't care if I have lost my mind.
"Ah,gràidh, ahm begging ye—" I suck in a ragged breath while I scrape my thumb over her nub and down between those luscious, wet folds. When she gasps, I grit my teeth. "Yer killing me."
"Said that before." She curls her fingers around my cock, gliding her hand up and down. "Don't you have anything new to say?"
I swallow hard. "The facts bear repeating."