Crazy. Wild. That was how he felt. And hot. Burning hot. Her fingers slid into his hair, her palms brushing his face. His neck. His shoulders. And he knew he had to have her now. Fast and hard. They had all night. Next time would be slow. It wasn’t his normal style. A man with an ego, like most, he liked to prove his manliness. To please his conquest and make her beg for more. But something about Zoe made him forget the normal. All he could think about was burying his cock deep in her body and fucking her.
Her teeth scraped his lips and then tugged. “Fuck me,” she said as if answering his need. “Now. Do it now.”
He would have laughed, but her words meant he was free and clear to take what he wanted. Declan needed no further urging. He wanted. She wanted. He’d take. Reaching for his pants, he lifted his weight off her long enough to work them down his hips. Somehow they managed to continue kissing. As if neither of them could bear a moment of separation. The instant his cock was freed, his hand found her panties—damp from arousal—and shoved them aside. And then he sank deep. The warm, moist heat of her body surrounded him, taking him by storm. At the same moment, Zoe sucked in a breath. The sound told him she felt the same thing he did. The overwhelming intensity of their yearning for one another. His forehead settled against hers and for long moments, they stilled, breathing together.
His heart pounded against the wall of his chest like a drum. He hardly knew this woman, yet the fire she lit, the absolute complete way she drew him to her, astounded him. It was as if she had invaded not just his body, but his soul. The thought was a crazy one he didn’t like. It pushed him to act. To remind him this was sex. Hard-core sex. Nothing more. More meant complications. Emotions. Problems. Things he needed no part of.
Driven by the need to get things back to the real world, back to the simple place of pleasure, he lifted his head and arched his back as he drew his cock upward and then thrust hard into her body. She gasped with the impact, but before she could even finish the sound, he ground into her again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders just before her legs lifted, feet finding his ass. Lifting her hips she met his next lunge, intensifying the connection. He moaned with the pleasure of it and found he couldn’t get enough. Of her. Of her body. Of the deep, dark burn she turned into a roaring fire.
With a shift of his body, he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, staring into her eyes as he lifted the next. Her bottom lip was swollen from his kisses. Her blue eyes dark with passion. The only thing missing was the absence of barriers. He wanted to reach forward and rip her dress off her body. The urge ate at him with such force he found it hard to resist.
“Fuck me, Declan,” she ordered.
Damn, he loved it when she said that. He lifted her other leg, clothing forgotten as he thrust his hips, driving his cock to a deep spot, feeling it like a charge of energy. Over and over, he hit her core. Pounding with a force that should have hurt. Instead, she cried out for more.
“Deeper,” she murmured and moaned. “Harder.”
Like a beast being awakened, he felt the primal calling to act. To do what she said. Go deeper. Hit harder. Feel…more. And then he heard those sweet words that told him how close she was. “Oh God, I—” She made a sound of pleasure. “I…am…” But she didn’t have to finish the sentence, her body jerked, her fingernails biting into his flesh as spasms milked his cock with ripples of absolute heaven.
His blood heated, pulse pulsing with urgency. Arching at the waist, he lowered his head and then drove into her. Once, twice, and then a rush of release in the form of a burst of intense pleasure. So intense it stole his breath and left him shaken with the potency. When the moment was gone, he realized he’d been holding his breath. He let it out and eased downward, letting her slip from his shoulders.
As amazing as his orgasm had been, he didn’t feel even slightly done with this woman. And as he nuzzled her neck, soaking in the sweet floral scent she wore, he wondered what made her so different. He wanted to stay buried deep inside her, to make love to her all night long.
What was it about Zoe that made him so hot? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he reminded himself he’d been working a lot of hours. It had been a good month since he’d had a woman. Still…this felt like more than simply lust. But maybe it wasn’t.