Hungrily he took in the sensual sight she made. Primal need drove him to take more. He sat up, one arm sliding behind her back, anchoring her against his chest. His other hand covered her breast, fingers teasing the erect nipple. For several seconds they sat that way, bodies intimately connected, the mood simmering, becoming more intense.
“Why don’t you want me to touch you?” he demanded, his thumb stroking her nipple. His cock jerked at the sexy sigh she gave. “You know you want me to.” His lips lingered near hers, their breath mingled. “You like when I touch you, don’t you?”
“I do the touching,” she whispered, but she shivered as he gently tugged on the erect tip, her hips arching into him ever so slightly, as if she tried to stop herself but couldn’t.
He reveled in the knowledge her resistance was fading. “That’s not what I asked.” His lips brushed hers before sliding along her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. Such soft skin she had. “I asked if you like my touch,” he said, his tongue lapping at her nipple and he blew on it. She shivered and whimpered.
“Tell me what you want.” He blew on the stiff peak again. “Tell me.”
She hid her breast with her hand, dislodging his. Brad wanted to roar with frustration. He covered her fingers with his hand, forcing her to caress herself with every shift of his own fingers and he rocked his body against hers, reminding her of the pleasure he had to give. “You’d rather do it yourself than tell me what you want?”
He pinned her with his stare. “Is that right, Amanda?”
Her lashes fluttered before she buried her face in his neck. One second. Two. Her body relaxed into his, edging them closer and more susceptible to the intense emotions spinning around them. Her hand moved, allowing him direct contact with her breast again. Then she guided his fingers with her own, telling him without words what she wanted.
Victory roared inside him, coursing through his veins like lava. Slowly, he slanted his mouth over hers, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. He branded her with a sudden possessiveness he couldn’t explain. She tasted like perfection, and her touch fed his addiction. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Brad took her with him as he reclined on the mattress, settling so they faced one another. He continued to kiss her as he shoved her panties down, tossing them aside. Pulling her leg up over his hip, he opened her to his touch. He slid his fingers into the wet heat of her core, stroking her sensitive flesh, absorbing her soft sounds of pleasure with his mouth. His cock expanded, throbbed in response to her arousal.
As if she’d read his mind, felt his urgency, she said, “Get undressed.”
“You love giving orders, don’t you?” But he wasn’t ready to do her bidding. Instead, he dipped a finger insider her, and began a slow rhythm back and forth.
She gasped with the touch, her hand going to her face. “Brad.” Impatience laced the word. “You’re driving me insane. I want you.”
He continued his teasing, fingers caressing her inner wall, loving how her hips moved with his hand, arching against him.
“You have me,” he told her. “Don’t you feel me, Amanda?”
Her lashes fluttered and then lifted. “No. I mean…yes.” A soft moan. “I meant…I want…you. Inside me.”
And with the words, she gave him what he wanted most. Her admission of desire. Why this was so important to him, he didn’t know. “Not as much as I want to be inside you,” he murmured, stealing one last kiss before shoving his pants down his legs. He was urgent to return to her, to feel the hot, wet heat of her take him in.
Amanda touched him everywhere. His arms. His chest. His stomach. Her hand circled the hard length of his cock, and he ground his teeth against the fire it evoked. Her fingers played along the tip of his cock, sending shock waves of sensation through his body as she spread the slick wetness there, an erotic form of torture given that he was so ready for her.
With a guttural groan, he pulled her close. His fingers tangled into the strands of her hair, his mouth slanted over hers, desperate for another taste of her. He savored the tantalizing sweetness of her tongue brushing across his, the flavor of her so addictive. He lifted her leg over his hip as he’d done before, filling his hand with her ass as he angled her body to his, settling his cock between her legs. A groan of pure pleasure escaped him as he nestled his hard length in the slick wet heat of her core.
“You feel so damn good,” Brad murmured, his lips traveling down her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. He simply couldn’t get enough of her. “I need to be inside you.” His teeth scraped her shoulder. “Now.”