Smolder (Wildwood 2)

He let her down easy so she stood directly before him, and they stared for the briefest moment before they attacked each other. Not a bad attack either. More like fast-moving hands and eager mouths, a sigh escaping her when their bodies made full contact, a groan escaping him when her fingers slipped into the waistband of his jeans and touched his bare stomach.

The girl had no qualms about touching him. She was all bold moves and pure instinct, going after what she wanted with no shyness, no hesitancy.

And what she wanted was him.

“You have condoms?” she asked, her fingers busy as they worked his fly.

He nodded, his stomach muscles constricting when her hands brushed against his abdomen. She licked her lips, her concentration evident as she tugged on the button fly, spreading it wide open before she pushed her hand inside his jeans, her fingers curving around his already hard cock. “Wow,” she whispered, lifting her gaze to meet his.

Lane couldn’t help but grin. “I’ve never had a woman say ‘wow’ after she grabbed hold of me like that,” he admitted.

Her smile was sultry. Knowing. “Well then, you haven’t been with the right women.”

Wasn’t that the damn truth?

Chapter Twelve

THEY WERE WRAPPED around each other on Lane’s bed, the dark comforter pushed onto the floor in a forgotten heap, along with the top sheet and most of the pillows. His hips nudged hers, his heavy body pinning her to the mattress as their mouths remained fused together. He lay between her legs, her thighs spread wide, his erection nudging against her belly, hot and thick and fiercely insistent.

But Lane took his time, kissing her like he never wanted to stop. He ran that precious mouth of his down her neck and along her chest, his lips and tongue busy as they drifted across her breasts, her nipples. Only moments ago his fingers were between her legs, rubbing her, his low, raspy voice marveling at how wet she was.

She’d always thought that sort of line was corny, even a myth. Who talked like that? None of the guys she’d ever been with. She figured it was some sort of romance-novel thing and wrote it off as unreal. But the way he said it, all growly with his hot eyes eating her up and his fingers working their magic, how could she not become even more aroused?

Arching into him, she whimpered, seeking more, wishing he would just get inside her. But his mouth shifted lower as he kissed her stomach, then even lower . . .

She yanked on his hair, and he muttered an irritated “ow” before he lifted his head, his heated stare searing her from the inside out. “What?” he asked. “You weren’t complaining last night.”

“I don’

t want that.” She shook her head, tugged a little more on his soft hair, and he jerked his head away from her seeking fingers.

His frown deepened. “But I thought we should finish what we started.”

“I want you inside me.” Her voice was small, a little hesitant. She wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted sexually. This was a new thing for her. But she told herself it was just Lane. He would understand. He’d probably want her to ask for what she wanted and she’d bet a million bucks he’d have no problem asking her.

“If that’s what you want . . . ” His voice drifted and that dark frown disappeared, replaced by a slow, sexy grin that melted all the bones in her body. Though they were pretty much liquefied already from being pinned beneath Lane’s big, muscular body. His shoulders were as broad as a mountain, his skin smooth over firm, defined muscle. She couldn’t stop touching him, grabbing at those mountainous shoulders and trying to pull him up so their mouths were close and their bodies were aligned.

He followed her up, his mouth finding hers, their tongues seeking, hands wandering. All the foreplay was going to kill her, she was sure of it, and she reached for his erection, squeezing his length and making him go tense.

“Keep that up and I’ll blow,” he warned with a rasp.

“I’m pretty certain you said the same thing last night,” she teased as she stroked him.

“I didn’t have enough time to blow last night.” He hissed out a breath through his clenched teeth and closed his eyes. She kept her gaze locked on his handsome face, fascinated as she continued to touch him, increasing her pace. His expression turned pained, his breathing increased, and when his eyes finally opened, they were so dark and stormy her breath lodged in her throat and she could only gape at him.

“Let go of me, Dee,” he demanded.

Her fingers sprang away from his cock, and he shifted onto his knees, reaching over to grab the condom package that sat on the bedside table. He tore into it and rested the rubber ring over the tip of his erection, lifting his head to look at her. She watched him, fascinated by the way he handled himself. Most of her sexual experiences had consisted of some quick fumbling in the dark, quiet moans, and hardly any words spoken. She had a good body—she worked hard for that body, damn it—but she didn’t often show it off when it came to sex.

Now all she wanted to do was prance around Lane’s bedroom naked and see if she could drive him crazy with lust. She was half tempted to shove off the bed and do just that. Heck, she even started to roll away from him but Lane reached out, grabbing hold of her arm and keeping her from escaping.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine and she parted her lips, ready to tell him her plans when he leaned over her and kissed her, swallowing her words, her sighs. His hands went to her hips and lifted her up, his cock probing at her entrance just before he slipped the barest inch inside her.

“Oh God,” she murmured against his mouth, her eyes falling closed as she arched her body beneath his, trying to capture him and send him deeper. But he lifted away from her, in complete control of the situation, entering her inch by exquisite inch, as if he wanted to savor the moment that they first became physically connected.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he sank farther. She opened her eyes to find him staring at the spot where their bodies were joined, his brows furrowed, his jaw tight with concentration. “Want to make this last as long as I can. Don’t want to rush it.”

All she wanted to do was rush it, wanted to feel him move inside her body, and she closed her eyes once again, desperate to focus on the way he felt inside her. Her skin felt tight, like she might burst, and she swore she was already close to coming. But he was still on his knees, her legs draped around each side of him, his hands at her hips as he pulled her body down onto his cock. He was thick, and she winced as he slid deeper, her body not used to his invasion. Not really used to anyone’s invasion since it had been a while.