I moan into her mouth as she digs her nails into my neck, my pulse thrumming wildly under her palms. We melt into each other, lips fused, bodies on fire. I slide my hands beneath her, squeezing her ass as I flex my hips, pressing my cock against her and drinking deep from her mouth.
Clasping her wrists in one hand, I hold her arms above her head, stripping the sheet from her body. “Fuck,” I mutter, staring down at her big breasts with their rosy crowns. The only thing shielding her sex from my heated gaze is the scrap of lacy fabric that passes for panties. “Forget the drawings. You’re the work of art, Gemstone. In the flesh.”
The sight of her abundant curves makes me crazed. My stomach feels like I’m about to plunge from a plane in a free dive, only to find a soft landing in her arms.
“You look scared,” she whispers.
“Shitless,” I admit as my fingers fly over the buttons of my shirt. “You make me feel things that scare the living daylights out of me.”
Emotion brims in her eyes. “That makes two of us. No one’s ever made me feel like you do, Bentley.”
My shirt parts under my fingers, and I shrug out of it, tossing it to the floor. Surging to my feet, I quickly rid myself of my jeans and boxers so I’m completely naked, my cock rock hard and ready to sink into the one place it's destined for.
Gem’s eyes widen as they slide over me, and her mouth hangs open. I’m fit, not ripped like a bodybuilder, but Gem looks at me like I’m a fucking god.
“You’re perfect,” she whispers, her gaze sliding over the ink on my chest and arms. She won’t see her initials over my heart among the swirls and shapes unless she looks closely. “Your tattoos are beautiful.” She cups a hand to her ear. “Do you hear that?”
I frown. “Hear what?”
Her mouth curves up in a mischievous smile. “The angels weeping at all this masculine beauty.”
Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. She’ll kill me with humor or pleasure. Either way, I’ll die a happy man.
I lower myself back to the bed, caging her with my body and claiming her mouth in a hard kiss. “Getting all poetic on me, Gemstone?”
“You make Regé-Jean Page look like something one of your art students would cobble together out of old magazines and crusty boogers.”
Laughter rumbles up my chest as I shake my head. “Who the hell is Regé-Jean Page?”
“The guy from Bridgerton,” she says, making my jaw and my abs clench as she smooths a hand down my chest.
“I’ve finally got you naked underneath me, and you’re comparing me to an actor from a period drama?” I ask in mock disbelief.
Gem purses her lips. “Like I said. No comparison. You win, hands down.”
“Hands down, huh?” I lean forward to nip her earlobe. “I can think of a few places on this delectable body I’d like to put my hands down.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks huskily, a challenge in her eyes.
I settle my pelvis between her spread thighs and lower my upper body to hers, balancing on my elbows above her. Then I kiss her again, a deep, slow kiss that has her squirming underneath me within seconds.
I smile against her mouth. “Are you trying to get away from me, or am I doing something right?”
“Not something. Everything,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my waist.
My lips brush hers like a whisper. “I want to make you feel good, Gemstone. Tell me what you like.”
Panic sparks in Gem’s eyes as she pulls back to look at me. “I don’t know what I like, Bentley. This”—she waves a hand between us—“is all new to me.”
I drop my forehead to hers. “That’s what I thought, sweetheart.”
Her legs tighten around me as if she’s afraid I’ll leave. No fucking chance.
I give her a wicked smirk as I lean in close to her ear. “Guess I’ll have to find out for myself. Feel free to give me feedback.”
I move lower, raking my teeth along the tendon in her neck, licking and nipping my way to her spectacular tits and biting down gently on her nipple.
“Oh!” She jerks, and her back arches, pushing her breasts toward my mouth.