The frenzy had momentarily lapsed in favor of deeper, more important talk. She couldn’t suppress a smile. How could she be upset with a man like him?
“You’re one of a kind,” she told him.
He grinned. “You are, too, freckles.” He tapped her cheeks.
She ought to be embarrassed, but he said it in a way that made her feel cherished.
“Listen, I’d lift you and be inside of you already but I could never explain reinjuring my shoulder if I did.” He grinned, but she couldn’t mistake how deep his voice was, how much his need matched her own.
“Good point.” She glanced around the dark room, lit only by outdoor lights creeping in. To her right was a covered bar and stools that looked just the right height for what she had in mind.
What the heck? she thought. In for a penny, as the old expression went. She was already tempting fate by letting out the bad girl she always had a hunch was inside her. She pointed to the covered stools.
Next thing she knew, Roper had pulled her over and positioned her on one of them, in the most vulnerable way she could imagine, legs spread wide, waiting, just for him. But she didn’t have time to think too long.
Condom on, he pulled her toward him and tilted her back against the chair. His gaze never leaving hers, he thrust into her completely.
Amy saw stars, and not only because it had been so long since she’d had sex. He filled her body in a way that reached up, up through her throat and threatened to make her head and body explode with the perfection of the feeling.
A low groan escaped from his throat and his big body reverberated inside hers. She grabbed on to the seat of the chair and held on tight as he slid out, then thrust deep once more. He repeated the motion, and to Amy’s surprise, each time she felt fuller, more intense pressure inside her.
Together they quickly found a rhythm and the pleasure built higher and faster each time his body connected completely with hers.
In.
Out.
In.
With each successive thrust, she felt more of him. Took more of him.
Gave more of herself.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her long and hard, branding her even more than his body was doing. His tongue swept through her mouth, taking possession as he took control—gliding out of her body slowly at first, easing back in deep, not stopping to let her catch her breath. As the passion and yearning grew, gentleness gave way to more pressure, deeper thrusts that brought her ever closer to completion. She couldn’t do anything more than squeeze her body tight around his and ride out the masterful storm he created.
And just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, everything inside her exploded in bright lights and the most intense pleasure she’d ever known. The sensations took her even higher, rocking her world until finally, they subsided in slow, sweet passion.
She opened her heavy eyes and found Roper staring at her, his expression intense. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“Never better.” The pulsing continued throughout her system as she struggled to catch her breath.
“I thought our first time would be in a bed.” His gravelly voice told her he hadn’t yet completely recovered, either.
“I think I’d have killed you if you stopped to go find one.”
She thought about his words and their implications, which summed up the kind of man he was. For so long, she’d been consumed with avoiding anything happening between them. Meanwhile, he’d thought about their first time. He cared about where they made love.
Was it any wonder her feelings for him continued to grow?
He leaned his head back and groaned. “I locked the door, but we shouldn’t continue to tempt fate.”
She laughed. “Good point.”
He slid out of her, his regret at leaving her obvious. After he pulled up his jeans, he gently helped her stand and fix her clothes until there were no telltale signs of dishevelment to give her away.
He then smoothed his hands over her hair and pulled her close for a long kiss before breaking apart once more. “There’s a bathroom on the other side of the room. I’ll be right back.”