I grinned at him. “You remembered I like those.”
He nodded, his eyes smiling into mine. “Let’s have a look, then.”
Feeling mischievous about what he was about to read, I bit my lip and held the e-reader up to him. The tingles between my legs grew insistent as I watched his eyebrows raise as he read. Thane’s hand slid from my upper arm to around my waist, and as his eyes moved over the screen, said hand pressed into my stomach.
Heat licked down my inner thighs, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What do you think?”
Thane spoke while he still read, his voice gruff. “It’s … fuck … it’s …”
“Arousing?” I supplied.
He looked at me, his lips quirking. “Very. Is this how you get your kicks?”
I narrowed my eyes at his teasing. “They’re not just about sex.”
“Oh, really?”
“No.” I gestured with the e-reader. “They’re funny and romantic and the heroines are relatable and sometimes they even make me feel like I’m not alone. Romance novels can be witty and emotional and make me cry but in this great, cathartic kind of way.”
He studied me intensely, his gaze probing, sharpening at my words.
Realizing I was veering the conversation away from where I wanted it, I grinned. “And the sex … People call it smut or mommy porn, but there are different kinds of romance. That stuff is great, but I like the ones where the romance, the connection between the couple, is what makes the sex so hot. And it’s sex through a woman’s eyes. It’s the kind of sex we fantasize about.”
At that, Thane’s brow furrowed and he looked back at the e-reader screen. Even through his beard, I could see a muscle tick in his jaw. I smoothed a hand over his face, guessing where his thoughts were. Leaning up, I pressed my breasts against him and whispered near his ear, “You make my sexual fantasies come true.”
He twisted to look into my eyes; his darkened with desire.
I smiled and gestured with the e-reader. “This is just the appetizer these days while I wait for you to come to me.”
“Do you read these every night before I come to you?”
“Not always, but often, yeah.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth and then to my chest. He inhaled sharply at the sight of my nipples hard against the silk, his hand on my stomach clenching the fabric and unintentionally drawing it tighter. “When you say appetizer … do you mean these books make you wet?”
My breathing quickened in time at his bluntness. “Sometimes.”
“Are you wet right now?” His other hand dipped beneath the duvet, and I shivered at the touch of his fingers sliding up my thigh. When he reached my center, pushing past my underwear, his features hardened with want. “That would be a yes, then.”
I arched into him. The e-reader fell from my hand as he played me with precision.
He knew my body as well as he knew his own.
“Mo leannan,” Thane groaned as he kissed me. He rolled into me and I could feel him throbbing with need.
“What about the littles?” I panted as his lips scattered kisses down my throat and he pulled my nightdress straps down my arms to get at my breasts.
Thane looked up at me, his breath on my hard nipple making me thrust against his fingers. “I need to fuck you, or I’m going to lose my mind. We’ll just have to be quiet.”
“I’m on the pill,” I blurted out. “And I … I had a health check a while back. After Maddox … there wasn’t anyone after him, until you.”
Thane’s eyes flashed, clearly happy with the idea of no barriers. “I’m clean. There’s been no one but you for longer than I care to say. So I guess we’re both going to have to try very hard to be quiet.”
I tried. As he kissed and made love to every inch of me, I panted behind my hand and swallowed the cries that wanted to escape. Even with his head between my thighs, his tongue licking and sucking me to orgasm, I clamped a hand over my mouth and muffled my release. Even at the feel of him, heavy and powerful above me, gliding inside, perfect and thick and exactly what I needed, I bit back my gasps.
But when he suddenly pulled out to flip me roughly on my hands and knees, take hold of my nape to whisper in my ear how hard I made him, how he couldn’t get enough of me, using dirty, sexual words he’d never used before, I lost my mind. As wild and playful as Thane was in bed, he wasn’t a talker.
He was acting out the scene from my romance novel.
Love and passion exploded within me, and I had to bury my face in the mattress, my fingers clawing at the sheets because my scream of release was unstoppable.