Before he joined her, he reached for his jeans, snagging his wallet from the back pocket and placing it on the bedside table.
“I missed you.” Bree wrapped slender arms around his neck, drawing him down next to her.
“Protection.” He kissed his way along her collarbone, easing her bra strap down.
“Need you now.” The words ended on a soft whimper that made his whole body tingle.
Bree hooked her fingers in the elastic of his boxer briefs, easing them down, and Rylan lifted his hips to help her. When they were off, she kissed her way slowly down his stomach until she reached his straining erection. With a scorching glance from those tawny eyes, she bent her head and gave his tip a single featherlight lick.
“Bree...” Rylan arched his back as electric shocks tingled along his nerve endings.
She smiled before continuing to lick, rubbing her tongue all over his sensitive flesh until he was ready to howl in ecstasy. Just when he thought he couldn’t stand the exquisite pleasure any longer, Bree took his head into her mouth. Squeezing her lips tightly around him, she slid forward, inch by inch. Teasingly, maddeningly, wonderfully. Holding her position, she ran her tongue up and down his rock-hard length. Rylan drew in great gulps of air like a drowning man who has just broken the surface.
When she started sucking, he reluctantly cupped her face with his hands. “Too much,” he gritted out, in response to her look of disappointment. “I don’t want this to be over before we’ve even started.”
Kneeling, she reached behind her to undo her bra. With her perfect breasts freed from their lacy restraint, he reached up to tweak one dark-cherry nipple. As Bree’s eyelids drooped and her teeth caught her lower lip, Rylan decided he might just have found his new favorite view.
He was forced to change his mind when she shifted position to remove her white lace underwear. The neat golden globes of her ass were revealed in all their rounded beauty. The impression that her skin was like silk was confirmed when he placed a hand on her taut cheeks. Sliding a finger into the cleft between her buttocks, he moved it gently down and pressed inside her.
Bree gasped and bowed her head, tightening her muscles to let him feel how much she wanted him. Her encircling heat made Rylan’s own desire burn brighter, the intensity building and flaring.
“Oh, please, Rylan.”
Her sigh was the signal he needed. Tipping Bree onto her back, Rylan lay across her and reached for a condom. Moving a hand down between their bodies, he kissed her as he sheathed himself. Slowly, he eased into her welcoming warmth. With each inch, Bree contracted her muscles, gripping him tightly. Rylan’s breath quickened, and his eyes closed. Was it possible to experience a feeling beyond perfection?
When he was fully inside her, he opened his eyes. She looked so beautiful that his throat tightened. Picturing the connection between them almost tipped him over the edge. His hardness throbbing inside her soft pink flesh. Stretching her as she cradled him...
He circled his pelvis. “Tell me how that feels.”
“So good.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He pulled out a little, then drove back in.
“Yes. More.” Bree lifted her hips to meet him.
Rylan took his cue from her. Gazing into her eyes, he drew back again, tensing his hips this time before slamming hard and fast all the way back in. Bree cried out, gripping his shoulders and digging her nails into his flesh.
Her gasps matched his heavy breaths as they settled into a rocking motion. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Bree met his firm thrusts with upward jerks of her hips. Each movement became faster, more intense, less controlled...
Rylan could feel her thigh muscles quivering, see the look of concentration on her face coming apart. “Ah.”
When she arched beneath him, he thrust hard and held still. As she tightened around him, the first pulse of his own release began. He remained in that position, looking into her eyes as they trembled uncontrollably. Rylan’s own orgasm was made more intense by the glow in Bree’s eyes, the sheen of sweat on her forehead and her warm breath on his cheek.
When his muscles relaxed, he slumped forward, taking his weight on his elbows, breathing into the curve of her neck.
Bree wound her arms around him. “Tell me this beats sleeping in your car?”