Burned Deep (Burned 1)

Despite the necessary conversation, Dane was still hard. I wrapped my fingers around his base and pumped slowly, eliciting a guttural sound from deep in his throat. His fingertips grazed my flushed skin, along my arms, and up to my shoulders. He brushed my hair off them, so the plump waves cascaded down my back.

In a lust-roughened tone, he asked, “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation on my part. Not even the hint of tread lightly that I’d experienced earlier. I knew what I wanted, without a tinge of doubt.

He ripped open the packet. I released him and he rolled the condom down his thick shaft. I positioned myself as his cock slid over my slick folds, back and forth, teasing me further.

“No fair,” I complained.

“I want you to go slow.”

“That might not be possible.” I was dying to feel him—all of him.

My hips pressed down and he penetrated my opening, just an inch. Enough to make me gasp. And send white-hot adrenaline through my veins. Slow be damned, I had to have him.

I lowered myself while straddling his lap. He sensed what I was up to, though, and caught my hips in his large hands, keeping me from my prize.

“Dane,” I hissed as I gripped his shoulders to steady my suddenly vibrating body.

“I know how tight you are. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I brimmed with excitement, wet and wanting him. The tension was almost unbearable.

“Now’s not the time to be all gallantlike. Now’s the time to fuck me.”

I dropped my hips; he sank

in deep. I cried out from the intense sensation of him filling and stretching me.

“Oh, Christ,” I said on a long sigh. “Oh, God.”

He hadn’t even moved inside me yet but I felt the tremors run from head to toe. And then the pleasure erupted in my core and I called out his name as I came.

My fingertips pressed into solid muscle. My chest rose and fell with heavy pants of air. Within me, the sizzling of nerve endings and the throbbing of unadulterated need burned brighter than ever before.

“Shit,” I ground out. “That keeps happening with you. I can’t control it.”

“Don’t bother trying. I like it.”

“Fuck me. Please.”

My hips rolled, even as he gently tried to restrain them. His jaw was set in a hard line. His emerald irises glowed brilliantly.

“Dane,” I insisted.

He looked a bit dazed. A bit … twisted up. As though I tested his control.

The thought made me smile. “Hey,” I said, still all breathy and lusty. “You want to make me come again, right?”

“You have no idea how this feels.”

“Yes, I do. And I desperately, desperately need more.”

His teeth clenched. Then he said, “You might be the death of me.”

“Doubtful.”

He guided me into a slow, sexy rhythm that set my pulse racing. He was huge inside me, and buried so deep, I was sure it’d take mere seconds for another orgasm to hit.