Burned Deep (Burned 1)

I fell forward, collapsing against his wide chest. His hand moved from between my legs and he held me to him.

“Oh, God,” I gushed. “Holy Christ.”

My fingers twined in his hair and I kissed his neck, his cheek, his temple. I was crazed. Completely and totally spellbound, enthralled. Drunk on Dane and riding a high from which I never wanted to come down.

His mouth captured mine and he gave me another scorching kiss. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking again, my hips undulating and coaxing him back into a sexy pace.

He tore his mouth from mine and said, “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I don’t care. I just … Dane … I just want you. So much.”

Alarm edged my euphoria, but I refused to give it credence. I was enveloped in sheer bliss, not inclined to relinquish it. Not for a second.

It was a little frightening how my body trembled and my breathing wouldn’t return to normal. But I couldn’t escape the intensity of our desire for each other—and how vibrant and alive he made me feel. Like I’d merely existed before. Gotten by.

Now I was acutely aware of my surroundings. Of myself. Of him. Of every sensation blazing inside me.

His mouth sealed with mine again as we moved together. His hand slid to my backside. The finger that had rubbed my clit, still coated with my juices, circled the rim of that forbidden spot.

I broke our kiss. “Dane.”

His eyes locked with mine, glowing provocatively. “I want all of you, Ari. Every piece of you. Especially if no one has ever owned you like this.”

I shook my head. “No one. Ever.” Never was more appropriate. Because I would never let anyone but him touch me like this—so intimately.

His lips grazed my neck; his teeth nipped. He pumped into me feverishly. And I was lost once more.

With skill, he rotated us to the side so I lay against the pile of pillows

in the corner and he was on top of me. He sank deeper. His finger penetrated. The searing heat collided with the breath-stealing feeling of him buried so far inside me.

He moved slower now. Long, full strokes that made my spine bow and my hips rise to accommodate him, to accept more of him. All of him. My fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to kiss and lightly bite my throat, finding sensitive spots that lit me up even more.

One of my legs twined with his, the other wrapped around his hips, keeping his body pressed to me. Keeping him surrounding me. Filling me.

“Oh, fuck, Ari.” His head lifted and he stared deep into my eyes. Dark, complex emotions swirled in his gorgeous green irises. Emotions I couldn’t decipher, but which on some visceral level—which I couldn’t begin to fathom—likely mirrored what he saw in my eyes.

My heart pounded wildly. My body writhed and arched to keep his pace and keep the intimate contact with him. The hand I didn’t have buried in his hair glanced over his biceps, up to his shoulder. He increased the sexy rhythm and I moaned. My nails dug into his flesh. He pushed harder, faster. My hand dragged downward, over his collarbone, across his chest.

All the while, the eye contact didn’t falter. I wasn’t even sure we blinked.

I felt him swell inside me as he moved more aggressively. My breasts nestled beneath the hard ledge of his pecs. The ridged grooves of his abs pressed into my softer stomach when he exhaled in harsh breaths.

I couldn’t separate all the sensations crashing over me, coursing through me. So I clung to the overall teasing, beautifully tormenting feeling that landed me once more in that place where I was about to leap from the ragged edge.

“Dane,” I whispered.

“Yeah.” That was all he said. As though he knew. As though he could sense it, as though he had already memorized every single change in my breath, my body, my eyes. And knew how close I was.

“I can’t stop,” I warned him.

“That’s okay,” he told me, still gazing deep. “Come with me. Right now, baby. Come with me.”

He was so thick inside me, so delectable and so commanding. “Dane,” I said again. A peculiar lump of emotion lodged in my throat. He thoroughly captivated me so that the only thing I focused on was his weight on top of me and the feelings that swelled and burst. “Oh, God!” I came harder than before, still riveted by his intense gaze. “Oh, Christ!”

His cock throbbed and he thrust deeper. “Fuck. Ari!” He convulsed as I squeezed him tight, prolonging my orgasm, making me soar.

The powerful release was enhanced by how vehemently he responded to me—how hard he came. I clenched him fiercely, not wanting to let him go.