Burned Deep (Burned 1)

“This is so good,” I whispered against his lips. “So amazingly good.”

“Just get used to me for a minute.”

“I came the moment you were inside me. There’s no getting used to this, Dane. It’s exciting, thrilling. So fantastic.”

He let out a strained laugh. “I haven’t even done anything yet, Ari.”

“I know. That’s what makes it even crazier.” And anticipation over all of his experienced moves had me teeming with the need to demand more from him. But I wasn’t exactly well versed when it came to sex talk. When it came to asking for what I wanted. I didn’t know how to describe it other than to say I needed him to go absolutely wild on me. Unleash all his passion.

Did that scare me a little? Naturally. But I didn’t want him to hold back.

“You said nothing’s off-limits,” I reminded him. Sort of a cheap shot, but I really was desperate. And he was being much too careful. “You’re not going to hurt me or break me.”

“Maybe not, but the way you’re squeezing me so damn tight, chances are good I’ll come before the party even gets into full swing.”

I bit back a gloating smile. I was making him crazy out of his mind.

I let him keep up the sensual pace awhile longer, cataloging the way he felt, the heat coursing through me, the way his fingers tensed as he gripped my hips. The way his chest heaved as sharply as mine and his breath came in heavy pulls.

Without my even having to encourage him further, he picked up the tempo, thrusting into me a bit more forcefully. Exhilaration skipped down my spine.

“Yes,” I mumbled. My eyes locked with his. “Dane. Just like that.”

Damn it. If only I had the words to express how incredible he felt. If only I knew how to tell him exactly what he did to me. How fiercely he lit me up.

“Lean back,” he quietly commanded. His hands moved to my wrists and he led me to flatten my palms on the tops of his strong thighs. I arched and my head fell back, my hair spilling over his legs. “Yeah, that’s right. Perfect.”

Then his hands roved my body, up my arms to my shoulders and down my front, resting in the dip of my waist as he pumped into me, a bit heartier, pushing the air from my lungs.

“Oh, God.” My eyelids fluttered closed. His hands slid up my body again, cupping my breasts and massaging roughly. Sparks ignited low in my belly. I rocked in time with him, meeting his demanding thrusts.

His thumbs whisked over my hard nipples, pebbling them tighter. He tugged at them and fire roared through my veins.

“Jesus, Dane.” The erotic sensations swelled within me once more. How he could make me come so damn fast was beyond me. Yet I barreled toward that wicked precipice in no time.

He clutched my waist again and drove deeper, harder, faster. His low groans mingled with my throaty moans. My fingertips pressed into his thighs, keeping me steady as he fucked me.

His tone turned dark as he simply insisted, “Come.”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” I was so close. Trying to hold off because it was just too sinfully delicious a sensation to let go of so quickly. I wanted it to go on and on.

But then Dane’s strokes became shorter and more rapid and he hit that perfect spot. I screamed his name as everything inside me ignited and exploded.

He stilled for a few seconds as I lost myself in the massive rush of heat and fervor. I was still breathing erratically and pulsing from the inside out when he started up again. Bypassing slow and picking right back up with the frenetic tempo that sent me straight into sensory overload.

For good measure, the pads of two fingers rubbed my clit, with pressure and a determined pace.

“Dane.” I shifted a little. He wrapped his arm around my lower back and I sat up partially, keeping one hand on his thigh for support. I watched him piston into me, watched him stroke my clit. Beads of perspiration popped along my hairline as I continued to burn for him. My nipples were impossibly hard and I cupped my breast, massaging in the same not-so-gentle manner he would have used.

My legs were spread wide to accommodate him as I half rested on his lap, using my knees to keep me slightly lifted so he could thrust deep.

I never knew anything could be quite so sensational and addictive as him fucking me. I never wanted it to end.

“You’re making me so damn hot,” he grumbled. “Shit.” His jaw tightened. “Nothing feels as good as you, baby.”

Excitement slammed into me and I cried out again. “Dane!”

This time, the tremors didn’t dim as I rode out the orgasm. I quaked and my breathing wouldn’t slow. I was ridiculously turned on, rocked to my core.