One to Love (One to Hold 4)

Weak from my incredible high, I held his arms. His eyes were on my breasts, and once again his palms rose to cup them, thumbs circling my tight nipples.

“I haven’t even gotten to these yet.” A ravenous tone was in his voice, sending shimmers of pleasure down my body.

“I haven’t gotten to any of you.” After that sample, I was aching to welcome the hard rod now pressing against my stomach.

He moved one hand up to my face, holding my chin against his palm, his long fingers wrapping around my neck and beside my ear. Tilting my face upward, his eyes traveled from my parted lips, up along the line of my hair before stopping at my eyes. It was such an intensely possessive gesture, and strangely, it didn’t bother me at all. I liked him claiming me.

“Are you hungry?” My mind flew through a thousand ways to answer that question, but he didn’t wait. “Let me take you back to my apartment and feed you.”

Nodding, I held his shoulders. “Okay.”

He scooped up my panties and shoved them in his pocket, still holding my hands. His shirt hung to the tops of my thighs, so technically, I was covered. But every step massaged my lower lips, and I ached with longing for him to fill me completely.

Back in his small apartment, he left me standing in the middle of the space while he stepped through the door that was a bathroom. Emerging, he had a thick, white towel in his hand. “I only have one, but it’s really large. Wrap it around yourself.”

I reached down and lifted the wet shirt off my body, so I stood completely nude before him.

The towel dropped from his hands as he hissed in a breath. “Damn, Kenny.”

I moved two steps so I could unfasten the button on his tented shorts. His eyes rolled shut as my hand slid down the length of his cock. It was thick and long, and I shivered with wanting it inside me. Dropping to my knees, I licked my tongue over the mushroom-tip, tracing a line around the edge before pulling it into my mouth.

“Fuck.” He groaned, lightly touching my cheek with his fingertips. My head bobbed quickly as I massaged the base, sucking and drawing him to the edge.

His voice was a ragged whisper. “Fuck, fuck, stop!”

He caught me under the arms and swept me to my feet, guiding me to the curtain and past it, onto the bed. A crinkle of foil and he was back over me, shoving my thighs apart and driving himself deep into me.

“Oh, god!” I gasped, the sound mixing with his muttered swear.

More than two years had passed since I’d been here, and the sensation of fullness, of his hard length rocking into me over and over awakened a hunger I didn’t even know existed. I’d been starving.

Strong arms were on either side of my face, and my wrists were above my head in his tight grip. I struggled to free them, but he didn’t release me. He used them to leverage his ripped body just above me as his hips slammed into me repeatedly, shooting wave upon wave of burning pleasure down my legs and into my torso. The sensation of being trapped heightened all

my responses. I wanted to hold him, but I could only do it with my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched my back and bucked my hips, meeting his thrusts, driving him deeper into my core. The sensation was mind-blowing.

My orgasm broke, shaking through me violently. I cried out, and a low growl rumbled at the base of his throat. I recognized it as the noise he’d made that day at the gym when he’d unleashed the nonstop volley of punches, only this time it was his hips rocking into mine.

“Kenny, oh fuck,” The sexy groan shook from his throat. He flexed, and I felt him jerk inside me as he came. Another groan and his grip on my wrists tightened. He thrust two more times before holding the last, dropping his head against my collarbone.

We were both breathing so fast, and my entire body was weak. He still held my wrists firmly in his fists above my head on the mattress. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, and I struggled, pulling down before he seemed to realize.

“Sorry,” he breathed, releasing me. At once, my arms were around him, pulling his face to mine as I consumed that sexy mouth in a ravenous kiss. He kissed me back, equally hungry, equally spent, breaking away to kiss my ear as he panted into my hair. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more gentle. It’s been a while.”

Smoothing my palms down his lined back, I inhaled deeply. “Don’t tell me that or I might play hard to get.” His body rippled with a laugh, and I softly added. “It’s been a while for me, too.”

His lips pressed against my neck, trailing a line up to my jaw before he lifted up and found my eyes. “Stay right here, and I’ll bring you what’s left of dinner.”

Rising quickly, he turned his back so fast, I barely had time to check out the ink on the front of his torso. On the back were those dramatic wings pointing down to a perfectly tight ass. He disposed of the condom and pulled on dark boxer briefs and a thin wife-beater before heading out to his small kitchen.

“I hope you like your steak well-done,” he called, and I heard the sound of plates clanking.

I shifted up in the bed, fluffing the pillows and raking my fingers through my crazy hair. My stomach let out a low rumble, and I smiled. “I’m pretty sure I’ll like anything right now.”

The noise of drawers opening and closing met my ears and then I heard his footsteps on the squeaky wood floor heading back in my direction. “Good, because I nearly burned up both of them.”

When he came around the curtain, I couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath. His dark hair was messy from the beach, and those blue eyes glowed. His lips were slightly parted, revealing his straight, white teeth, and his square chin with the little line down the middle almost killed me. Top it all off, he was holding a plate with a steak and two mountains of vegetables in one hand, and a bottle of wine and two cheap glasses in the other.

“I’m trying to think of anything more sexy right now,” I sighed.