But things had gotten out of hand right out of the gate. When she’d touched me like that, her hand on my chest and lower, I’d nearly gone wild. I’d nearly broken my word.
And I never broke my word.
My hips moved of their own accord, pushing into her softness, pressing hard between her gorgeous thighs. I bit back a groan. It was bad enough that she had me ready to come from making out on the couch. I wasn’t going to let on how much she was affecting me.
Plus, she could feel my cock. She had to know. I’d never been this hard before. My shaft was jutting away from my body, pressing against my jeans like a piece of timber. I was fucking unnaturally hard.
I reached down to grab her hips, lifting them so they moved in tempo with mine. She caught on quickly, circling her hips like a fucking temptress. And that’s what she was. A natural, bonafide sex goddess.
My sex goddess, I decided. I am keeping her.
But that meant not going fucking crazy on her right now. Taking it slow. Make her crave me as much as I craved her, though I doubted that was possible.
Making sure she still felt the same way tomorrow.
I made myself stop and catch my breath. I leaned up on my forearms, staring down at her. She looked even more fucking luscious than usual. Her hair was tousled and her lips were puffy from my kisses.
But it was the look in her eyes that nearly undid me. Her eyes sparkled—hell, they always sparkled, but for the first time, they were soft. Vulnerable. I could have taken her at that moment, and she wouldn’t have argued. Her stubborn personality was subdued. She was a soft, willing woman. I’d done that to her and it made me feel invincible.
She would have done anything I asked at that moment.
And the truth was, I really wanted to see her tits.
She bit her lip, looking nervous under my scrutiny. But she kept her eyes on mine. I could see so much in them. Her trust. Her submission. Her beauty. Her spark.
I fell into those eyes. Hard.
I wanted to explore her, to make her writhe while I stayed in control, touch her and remain untouched. But I couldn’t.
Our mouths collided again.
My hands wandered all over her, touching, seeking, stroking. I grasped her breast and circled the nipple with my thumb. I grunted in satisfaction when I saw that one button had come undone. It was enough for me to dive between her luscious breasts and kiss the soft skin there. I could have nudged her shirt open wider with my nose and mouth. I could have tugged the edges of her bra away. But I didn’t.
Just kissing, she’d said. I was going to play by her rules, even if it killed me.
I stared at the pretty white lace bra covering what looked like the most perfect breasts on planet Earth. I could just see the darkness of her nipple. I ran my tongue over the scratchy lace until her nipple was straining upward. Then I pulled it into my mouth and sucked.
“Mac!”
“Hmm?” I murmured, letting my other hand wander down to her inner thigh. I stroked her there, through her thin jeans, until she was rocking her hips frantically. I leaned up to watch her as my hand touched her pussy for the first time. She was gasping for air, already desperate for release.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice rough with my own need.
“Mac… please…”
I rubbed my thumb over where I thought her clit was. I grunted when she arched her back. I had been right.
“Tell me what you want,” I asked again. My thumb made slow circles over her most sensitive spot. I leaned down to tug her nipple into my mouth through the thin cotton of her shirt and bra. I was on the brink of breaking. I wanted to fuck this woman so badly, it was impossible to explain. I looked up at her again, my mouth hovering over her nipple. “Tell me.”
“I want…”
“Yes? Tell me.”
“I want…” she sounded like she was about to come. Instead, she screamed. I sat up. She sat up. I stared at her hungrily while she cradled her foot. Her shoes had come off while we tussled on the couch.
“Calliope!”
“What happened?”
“The cat bit me!”
I was breathing heavily and pissed off. I wanted her back in my arms. I wanted her in that bed. Against the countertop. In the shower. On the floor.
Hell, I wanted to haul her outside and fuck her in my truck. I’d fuck her in the dirt if she’d let me. I’d fuck her on Mars.
She tugged her sock off and checked for blood. I could see visible bite marks on her big toe.
“She didn’t break the skin.” She glared at the cat who was calmly licking her paw a few feet away. “You bad girl! Toes are not mice!”