“Jarik,” she gasped as she tore her mouth from his. “We were talking.”
“I thought that this was the best way to prove your point invalid. Maria, I’m not asking you to think into the future. I’m asking you to tell me what you want tonight.”
His thumbs hooked under the waistband of her sweatpants, and he teasingly slipped them downward just an inch. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his chest. “I can’t.”
“You can’t?”
“Not tonight. God. I can’t think straight.”
Sliding her pants down, he picked her up and placed her on the dresser. “I can help you with that.” He slid his lips over the sensitive skin of her ears and smiled as she shivered. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“What?” she muttered, but he was already kissing her again. Maria moaned in his mouth, and his whole body tightened, but this wasn’t about him. If he could give her even one moment of peace, he’d give it to her.
Lightly caressing the skin of her inner thigh, he smiled when her legs naturally parted. She wore a skimpy swatch of red lace beneath her sweat pants, and he chuckled when he curved a finger under the elastic.
“If I had known that this was what you wore under your clothes, we never would have made it past that bus ride,” he teased.
“What made you think I was wearing anything under my clothes that day?”
“Why you little tease.” Pulling the fabric aside, he slid one finger inside her. Her head dropped back, and her lips parted in pleasure. Unable to help himself, he leaned over and suckled on the curve of her neck.
“If you like this, imagine what it will feel like when I’m inside you,” he whispered.
“Jarik,” she whimpered.
“More?” When she nodded, he slid another finger inside her. She was soaking wet, and when her muscles clenched around him, he had to stop for a minute and try to control himself. He knew that he could free his cock and slide inside her, and she wouldn’t stop him.
He also knew that she would probably hate herself in the morning.
Instead, he gave her the release she seemed to need so desperately. Stroking her faster and deeper, he let her moans guide him. In a matter of minutes, he’d learned how to curve his fingers, where to apply pressure. Just before he pushed her over the edge, he pulled his fingers out.
“No,” she cried out, but he wasn’t finished. Gripping the hem of her shirt, he pulled it up and off her. She stared at him, breathing hard, and reached behind to undo her bra. Seeing her glorious breasts swing free was almost his undoing.
“You are so perfect,” he whispered. Skimming his fingers, still drenched in her juices, over the swell of her breasts, he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth.
As she tangled her fingers in his hair, she pulled him harder against her. “Yes,” she muttered. “Please.”
He rolled her sensitive nipple around his tongue and bit her gently. Reaching down, he plunged his fingers inside her. She sounded almost strangled as she screamed and dug her nails into his back.
“Come on, habibti,” he murmured. “Let go for me. Fall apart. Just this once.”
“Yes,” she cried out. “This…I.”
Pressing his thumb against her clitoris, he curled his fingers over that sweet spot and grunted when her whole body shook with her orgasm. Despite how vocal she’d been earlier, she came almost silently.
“That’s it.” He held her up and kissed her gently. “God, that was beautiful.”
Opening her eyes, she shook her head. “That was unexpected.”
“Not for me. I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you. Ready to go to bed?”
“Bed?” Her whole body stiffened in a panic, and he tried to sooth her.
“To sleep, Maria. Just to sleep.”
“What about you?”
“It’s a big bed. I think we’ll both fit,” he said with a smile.