“You do know how I feel about winning.”
I briefly worried if I really was the kill he’d been searching for—and whether he’d want me now that he’d had me.
But then he leaned back against the mountain of pillows, bringing me with him. His hands returned to my hips and his leisurely pace kicked into high gear. All concern fled my mind. I didn’t think about or concentrate on anything other than Dane and the excitement racing through me.
I was sprawled across his expansive chest, my fingers clutching his shoulders again as he guided me to lift a bit off him. He palmed my ass with both hands, spreading me wider, and pumped into me. Swiftly, skillfully. I let out a small cry as he thrust deep and fast, hitting all the right notes.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. My breasts pressed to his pecs and I clung to him as his hips bucked wildly, pushing us both to the edge. “Yes, Dane. God—oh, God—yes!” I called his name as I came, fiery sensations ripping through me.
“That’s it,” he said on a low rumble. His hands on my ass forced my pelvis down and I ground against him as I clenched him. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that, baby. Just … like—oh, Jesus.” His grip on me tensed and he thrust harder. I felt him explode deep within me. His satisfied growl filled the quiet room.
His arms circled me, crushing me to him. My head dropped to the crook of his shoulder and I breathed heavily against his neck.
“God, Dane,” I muttered. “You are so unbelievably good.” I’d lost count of the night’s orgasms. But each one had been astounding.
My heart thundered in time with his. I felt giddy, light-headed. My entire body tingled; my skin burned.
And still, I wanted more.
He stroked my hair, my spine. I wasn’t sure I’d ever catch my breath. Wasn’t sure I wanted to, really.
“I’m definitely okay with nothing being off-limits,” I told him.
“Good. I’ve only just started.…”
I snuggled a little closer, though I was pretty much already glued to him. Inhaling his heat and cologne, I held the scent of him in my lungs before letting out a long sigh. “You’re delicious. So masculine. So…” I laughed self-deprecatingly at my scrambled brain. “So sexy.”
His fingertips continued to graze my spine. A tantalizing touch. One that kept me aroused.
He remained quiet for a minute or two. My eyes closed. I breathed him in, wondering how I’d existed pre-Dane.
I was lost in some lustful fog when he finally broke the silence.
“It’d be all right, you know,” he said in his rich, intimate voice. The one that made my insides quiver.
I lifted my head, stared into his eyes. “What would be all right?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. He held my gaze and said, “If you fell in love with me.”
I gaped.
He added, “Even if it’s just a little.”
“Oh.” Emotion seeped through my veins, welling so that a hard lump rose in my throat.
He gazed unwaveringly, smoothing away hair from my forehead and temple.
I couldn’t speak. Had no idea what to say.
“Ari.” His lips brushed mine, tangling softly, sweetly. “I won’t hurt you.”
That promise again.
I had nothing to say. I could have told him I didn’t think I was wired that way, that it wouldn’t happen.
But the fluttering of my heart this evening and the scarcity of my breath told me I might be wrong.
I might have already fallen … hard.