Erik (Arizona Vengeance 2)

I laugh. “No, it’s okay. We’re adults.”

I start to push the door open, wondering what it will be like to sleep in the same bed all night as Erik. His hand on my upper arm stops me and I turn to face him.

His eyes are dark and intense as they capture mine. “If I go in that room with you, you know I’m not going to be able to help myself. I’m going to touch you.”

A shiver runs straight up my spine over the ambiguity of his words. Touch me how? Where? To what end? He did say he was going to take things slowly but what does that even mean?

“I know that,” I reply without hesitation, choosing to go ahead and give him the all clear that he most certainly can touch me if he wants.

“And is that what you want?” His words are strained, his jaw locked tight with anticipation. “For me to touch you?”

My legs turn rubbery over the intensity of his stare and my panties dampen. “Yes.”

“Christ,” he mutters before pushing me through the door and backing me right into the room. His mouth hits mine only moments before my legs hit the edge of a bed and we both go tumbling onto it.

Erik’s hands are all over me. In my hair, on my breasts, in between my legs where he immediately cups me through the denim fabric.

I don’t hesitate to reciprocate. I’ve been dying to touch his body again. I remember every detail of it from our night five years ago. My hand goes right to his groin where I palm his erection, causing Erik to hiss into my mouth. He rears back from me, bolting off the bed. I watch as he tears at his clothes in a frenzy, all the while staring at me with so much heat in his eyes, a tiny trickle of fear slithers through me.

Not fear that I’ll get physically hurt but that I’ll be destroyed for anyone else.

Erik merely ditches his suit coat and tie, loosening the top two buttons of his shirt. His attention then comes to me and he mutters. “I need you naked, Blue.”

This I can do but he doesn’t even give me the opportunity. He hauls me off the bed as if I’m a rag doll and swiftly divests me of all of my clothing. He turns me this way and that until I’m in nothing but my bra and panties standing before him.

Erik goes still and lets his gaze roam down my body ever so slowly. His eyes stop on my pelvis and he traces the waistband of my panties with his finger. I shudder from the touch.

Stepping into me, Erik reaches behind my back and deftly undoes my bra. He lets it fall to the ground and presses his palms to my breasts. I can’t help but moan as he lifts and squeezes gently.

“Blue,” he murmurs and I realize my eyes had closed on their own volition. I open them up to find Erik staring at me with a fierceness that takes me slightly aback. “I’m glad I don’t remember much about our first night together.”

“Why?” I whisper, liking the way his deep voice makes the heat in my belly start to whirl with anticipation.

“Because obviously it didn’t mean much to me, and that disrespected you,” he says earnestly and I want nothing more than in this moment to just hug him even as I want to jump his bones. He pauses as if searching for the right words before he continues. “Tonight, though…this is what matters. This is really our first night together.”

Even though my throat is dry with both emotion and lust, I manage to reply, “That’s a beautiful thought, Erik. That means a lot.”

His return smile is so gorgeous, I’m awestruck. He gently pushes me to the bed and when I start to scoot up toward the headboard, he orders, “Just stay there.”

I go still as Erik drops to his knees at the end of the bed and brings his hands to my hips to pull my panties down. I have to brace my palms on the mattress and lift up slightly to assist him, but they slide easily down my legs and are forgotten the way my bra was.

My face flushes with slight embarrassment as Erik pushes my legs apart and stares at me.

“I remember this,” he rasps as he brings a finger to my mons which is completely waxed smooth. He grazes the tip along my skin and an exquisitely powerful jolt of lust hits me dead center. If he were to push his finger in, he’d know just how much I’m affected.

“Lie back on the bed,” Erik orders.

“Erik,” I breathe out, and I’m not sure if I’m begging him to hurry or warning him off from what he’s about to do. Am I ready for something so intimate?