“Yeah, I was just taking a second.”
“For what?” she asked softly.
“For you,” he said, crossing the room. He undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt and hauled it over his head without bothering with the rest. He let it drop and kicked his shoes off. “Do you have condoms, or do I need to go to my place?”
She hesitated then pointed to the table by her bed. “There. Top drawer.”
“Good,” he said, his voice thick. He went to the drawer, opened it, and pulled out a condom. After he tossed it on the pillow, he gave her his attention again, swallowing hard. She hadn’t moved. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Shel. You have no idea.”
Her gaze was on his chest. Or maybe his abs. “Right now, you look like the gorgeous one to me. Are those real?”
He laughed and touched his abs. “As opposed to fake ones?”
“Yeah. Like spray paint, or whatever.” She licked her lips. “I need to touch you.”
He undid his pants. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” she asked, shifting herself higher on her elbows.
“Because I might forget that I need to make you scream my name if you make me scream yours first,” he said, letting his pants drop. All that was left was his boxers and socks. That was all that stood between him and the woman he wanted more than life itself. He knelt on the floor between her legs. Slowly, he pushed her skirt up her thighs, watching as he unveiled smooth, creamy skin. “I won’t make you fall for me, but baby, I’m gonna bring you to your damn knees.”
His fingers grazed her core, brushing against the black satin panties she wore. He slid his hand down her thigh, over her calf, and slipped her shoes off her feet, one at a time. It was slow, torturous pleasure…a slow burn, just like he’d promised her.
She threaded her hands through his hair and shifted her hips restlessly. “Eric…”
He silently moved his hands back up her thighs, taking his time as he crept closer to where she needed him most. He rose on his knees, caught the sides of her panties, and tugged them down her legs until they hit the floor. He didn’t look at the present he unwrapped. Not yet.
He flipped her skirt up and s
tared at her flesh. She was wet, and hot, and his. A broken groan escaped her, and she spread her thighs more. “Eric.”
Without taking any longer, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her. She cried out, digging her nails into his scalp, and lifted her hips, straining to get closer. He closed his mouth around her, rolling his tongue in circles, and gave her what she needed.
Her cries got louder with each stroke of his tongue, and her hips thrashed as she moved against him urgently. The harder he moved against her, the louder she got, and it only made him need to be buried inside her even more. “Eric. Yes.”
She lifted her hips again, rolling against his mouth, then froze, every muscle in her body tensing. He let go of her and stood, jerkily removing his boxers. She lay on the bed, trembling, legs spread, looking like an angel fallen from the sky, and all he could think about was making her scream like that again.
Gripping her skirt, he tugged it down her legs. She grabbed her shirt and tore it off faster than he removed her skirt. As he stood there, staring at her, she undid her bra and tossed it.
The second it was gone, she sat up, looked up at him through her lashes, and closed her mouth over his hard cock. He almost died.
“Jesus,” he groaned, cupping her head and watching her tongue as she licked the tip. Watching her sweet pink mouth on him was almost too much. Closing his eyes to shut out the imagery that would make him lose his mind, he counted to ten, letting her have her fun, but that was all she was getting. By the time he finished his silent countdown, he was so tightly wound up that taking his time with her was off the shelf. “Enough.”
He pushed her shoulders gently, and she flopped back on the mattress, breathing heavily. Her hard, pink nipples rose and fell with each inhale, and he stared at her for a second, memorizing how sexy she was before he climbed on top of her.
The second his skin touched hers in all the right places, he was lost. Or found. Or both. His mouth sought hers. She tasted like soda, mixed with a unique flavor that was her. It was intoxicating, and for the first time in his life, he feared that he might never get enough.
He skimmed his fingers over her skin, exploring her curves, learning her soft edges, not wanting to stop. When he squeezed her nipples between his fingers, she arched her back, gasping. He took that opportunity to move down her body, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way to her breast. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth, scraping his teeth against it gently. Her nails scratched down his back, and she closed her legs on either side of him.
Slowly, he slipped his fingers between her thighs, playing with her. She cried out, rocking against him, and cursed under her breath when he removed his touch.
“Eric Hamilton, if you don’t take me right now—”
He kissed her into silence, swallowing her words as he reached for the condom. A crinkle of the wrapper, and then he was rolling it into place. He pinched the tip, and then positioned himself between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, nodding.
Still kissing her, he thrust into her heat.
She burrowed her nails into his hair, holding on tight enough to sting, and he lost any semblance of control he still had. She cried out, meeting his every thrust, and when he reached between their bodies to touch her, she came, her walls squeezing his cock until he was sure he’d die. And when he came, there was nothing left inside of him except pleasure.