She was claiming him.
“Penny?” he whispered back quietly, seeing if he could rouse her from sleep. How was he supposed to handle this? All he could think about was everything that made him wrong for her. But when she wiggled a little, he felt her lips open and deliver a kiss on his chest. He groaned, trying to keep his growing erection from causing a problem. But then she did it again, only this time lower.
Murmuring his name, she peppered his skin with those sweet lips, her long hair blanketing his body as she worked her way down his torso.
“Penny?” he quietly called out, hoping she was asleep and might stop if she realized this wasn’t a dream.
“Yes?”
Okay, so she was awake.
“Why don’t we talk?”
She glanced up at him. All that wild red hair fanned out and green eyes burning with lust.
“Do you want me to stop?”
God no. But he couldn’t tell her that. “I just want to establish a few things and—”
“I know,” she said, then closed her mouth over his nipple and gently sucked.
That did him in.
He drove his fingers through her hair and moaned. She straddled his hips and sat up to look into his eyes.
“I want to feel you,” she said. “No competition, no rules, no establishing any conditions. Just us.”
He cupped her face and nodded. He wanted to tell her why that was a bad idea. Tell her that emotions were running too deep, but instead, he just looked at her.
She smiled and leaned down, delivering the hottest kiss Bass had ever felt. Lush, soft, and deep. Everything felt intensified and in slow motion.
Her hands ran down his stomach until she reached the band of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock bobbed between her spread legs, and he had missed the part where she wasn’t wearing panties beneath her little dress. Now he knew.
She rubbed against him. Her heat, already wet, as if recognizing him and his body, as hers.
Fuck, he liked the thought of that. He’d always focused on keeping things surface, having a woman for a short period of time, but belonging to each other?
No. He couldn’t think of that. Not now. He tried to stay still. Take her advances. But finally he couldn’t bear it any longer, he had to touch her.
He sat up, cupping her face and kissing her harder, pausing only to lift her dress over her head and toss it away.
Her beautiful skin glowed in the soft moonlight, and he kissed down her neck, tasting every inch, until he reached her ruby nipples.
“So perfect,” he rasped. The feel of her skin against his. Her body so close. Her warmth surrounding him. He wrapped his arms around her tight and pulled one pebbled peak into his mouth.
A little gasp escaped her lips. He circled the peak with his tongue, then sucked again before paying the same attention to the other one. She lifted enough and reached between them to position his cock at her entrance. There was no more warning than her sinking down. He shuddered as her tight heat engulfed him.
He could stay there forever.
His grip tightened, and he licked her nipples, her breasts, her skin. Anything he could get his mouth on.
She wove her fingers though his hair and kissed the top of his head as she began to rock back and forth.
On his lap, with him buried deep inside her, she slowly moved, not letting a single inch of him slip from her. He realized that she was showing him how she felt, and without him realizing what she’d started, she’d reversed their dynamic and was now commanding him. And he was lost to her. He’d do whatever, however she wanted.
“You feel so good,” he rasped. “You feel like everything.”
It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t explain it. Not then. She was his everything. Everything good he’d never had. Everything he didn’t understand. Just everything. Bad idea or not, he let the word slip out and couldn’t bring himself to care.