Then, at long last, we stilled. I dropped my head to my chest, breathing hard. Red made a strange noise, her body still quaking.
I slid from her, then dropped beside her and gathered her in my arms.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing. Then she spoke.
“Good morning.”
I chuckled and tucked her to my chest, kissing her forehead. “That it is.”
“I expected to wake up alone or in my own bed,” she murmured.
“Hard to do since you were all over me when I woke up.” I nipped her neck. “And already ready for me, begging me to take you.”
“Oh.”
“A man can only take so much, Red.”
“I see.” She slid from the bed. “I need a shower.”
I followed her, enjoying sharing the water and steam. My hands lingered on her skin and more than once my lips followed their path. Red nuzzled at my chest as I held her under the flow. She felt oddly right in my embrace.
We stepped out, and I wrapped a towel around my waist, smiling as she patted at her skin, thinking how soft it was under my tongue. A small smile played on her lips.
“So, your early morning attack was justified?” she questioned, her lips quirking.
I laughed low in my throat, making my chest rumble. “That was hardly an attack.”
She peeked up at me, her gaze mischievous. “No?”
I lifted one eyebrow slowly, looking at her. Gripping a towel, her body on full display for my eyes and my eyes only, she was a vision. Sexy, curvy, and enticing. So very enticing.
“No,” I replied. “I can show you an attack if you insist.”
She tilted her head questioningly. Her gaze widened as she took in my growing erection. I already wanted her again. I was insatiable when it came to her. Add in a challenge?
It was so on.
She hurried into the bedroom, holding a pillow in front of her. I leaned on the doorframe with a smirk.
“You think a pillow is gonna stop me, Red?”
Her eyes grew rounder as I stepped toward her. “Come quietly. If I chase you, you’re gonna pay for it,” I warned, staring at her.
“Pay for it, how?” she asked, her lips curling into a teasing invitation.
“Wherever I catch you is where I take you. Might not be as comfortable as the bed,” I growled, ready to spring.
With a squeal, she tossed the pillow at me and ran, her giggles floating behind her. I laughed low, liking this game.
No matter what, we were both going to win.
I caught her in the living room and lifted her to the top of the sofa, grabbing her knees and pulling her legs apart. She whimpered, looking almost frightened. “No one has ever… I mean…” She trailed off.
I didn’t think I could be harder, but I was wrong. “Then I’m claiming you, Red. All of you.”
Then I dropped to my knees, and slid my thumbs between her legs, opening her up to me. I groaned at the soft, wet pink warmth waiting for me. For my touch. I covered her with my mouth, dragging my tongue firmly along her slit. She gasped and grabbed at my hair. I touched and teased her, flicking at her clit with my tongue as I stroked her folds with my thumbs. I swirled my tongue around, gathering her wetness and moaning at her taste. Rainwater, honey, and musk—and all Red. I slid a finger inside and lapped at her as she cried out, the grip on my hair just short of painful. I opened my mouth and drew in her clit, smiling at the little cries and the pleas falling from her mouth. I suckled the stiff little nub, alternating teasing sucks and hard pulls. I added another finger, pumping hard. She screamed my name, lifting her hips, pushing forward, wanting closer to the pleasure. And I gave it to her. Licking, nibbling, sucking, biting—drowning in her sounds and her. The gasps, cries, pleas, and garbled words. Then she stiffened, her legs shaking as she came, flooding my mouth and orgasming hard. Her walls gripped my fingers, her pleasure rippling through her body.
Before she could recover, I was inside her, thrusting hard, clutching her hips and pounding into her. One orgasm morphed into another for her, and she wailed. Actually wailed my name. I lifted her from the back of the sofa she encircled my waist with her legs as I grasped her ass, using it to move her over me as I orgasmed. She was hotter, tighter, and perfect this way with her head buried in my chest, her little cries of pleasure huffed out on my skin.
Until, finally, we were both sated. Quiet. Exhausted. Too exhausted for even Red to talk.
I carried her upstairs, smiling and snuggled in my arms, and placed her back under the blankets. She was out right away, and I looked down at her for a long time, wondering what I was going to do. I wasn’t in the market for a relationship, but she was slowly worming her way into my heart. I couldn’t deny it. But I wasn’t sure I could ever be the man she deserved. That I could ever return her feelings fully—and she deserved that above all else. Someone who could love her completely.