Still as a gargoyle, blue eyes carved in stone, he stared. “I know what I would do without you. I’d be here alone—without my daughter.”
I rinsed the dishes in the sink, my eyes down on my work. They moved from right to left, the clean dishes sitting in the bottom of the other sink so they could be placed into the dishwasher when I was done.
My hand released the button on the nozzle when I felt him behind me.
His chest was against my back.
Both hands gripped the counter on either side of me, boxing me in.
The sharp breath I took was so deep it hurt, especially when I held it immediately afterward.
His mouth dipped to my neck, placing a kiss so soft that his hard mouth was hardly recognizable. His lips moved closer to my shoulder, his kisses growing more aggressive as he went.
My eyes closed, and I breathed again.
His powerful arms locked around me, one across my chest with his hand clamped on my shoulder. The other slid underneath my shirt and across my stomach, his hand reaching all the way around me to my back. He tugged me hard against him as he kissed my neck again, this time devouring me.
My hand reached behind me to cup the back of his neck. I tugged on him as I rolled my head back over his shoulder, exposing myself so he could take all of me. “Yes…” Every touch of his lips was morphine to my aching body. Every touch of his hands was lidocaine to my muscles. I spun in his arms, circled my arms around his neck, and kissed him like it was the first time all over again.
Our mouths moved together in perfect harmony, his breaths filling my lungs at the perfect time. His lips were full and soft, and he used them with the same purpose as he did with everything else. My fingers dug into his short hair as I was swept off my feet, to the safest place I’d ever known—in his embrace.
As if I weighed nothing at all, he lifted me into him and carried me down the hallway to his bedroom. One large hand supported my ass, while the other remained in my hair, keeping it out of my face as he devoured my mouth.
My back hit the mattress when he dropped me. He kneeled in front of me and yanked off both boots before he moved up and pulled off my jeans and panties in a single tug. His bedroom eyes weren’t much different from his normal stare because he was so innately sexy, but they were a little harder now than before—like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I pulled my blouse over my head then unclasped my bra, getting naked on top of his bed.
He dropped his bottoms and revealed his massive cock. Thick. Long. Carved out of marble by an artist. Six foot something with narrow hips and massive shoulders, he was a statue himself, a Roman emperor who conquered everything in his path. A thick vein from the base of his dick up his pelvis toward his stomach because he was so tight everywhere. A prominent V was distinct over his hips. The lines of his abs were so dark, it looked like permanent marker. He seemed to take his time, to let me enjoy the sight of his body before he moved for his nightstand.
I blurted out the words like I had at the dining table. “I have an IUD…”
He stilled at the statement, his blue eyes moving back to my face.
“I want to feel you…”
He regarded me for several seconds, his hard expression impossible to decipher.
I didn’t want a barrier between us. I wanted that high to go even higher. I wanted that connection to be deeper. Swept up in the adrenaline and the desire, I was taken to a new plane of existence, a place where angels and demons didn’t exist.
When he moved to the bed, that was my answer.
My legs opened, and I pulled him against me, getting his narrow hips perfectly between my thighs. My ankles hooked together around his waist, my heels grinding against his ass. One arm circled his neck, while my other hand planted against his chest, feeling the slow and steady beat of his heart.
He pushed inside me and sank.
“Oh…yes.” My head rolled back as I gave a moan, feeling his bare skin under my fingertips, the hardness of his muscles, the heat of his skin. My eyes closed as the moment swept through me. When we were combined, it was a controlled fire, a desire that burned between us both without torching everything around us. It was just ours.
His heavy body started to rock, smothering me against the mattress, his powerful arms holding up his muscled frame. In and out, he moved, sliding through my copious wetness, the sound of our sexes moving past each other the most erotic symphony.