Fighting the Fire (Warrior Fight Club 3) - Page 37

“I know, but I’d really like to feel you inside me.”

“Jesus, your mouth,” he said, thunking his head against her hip.

“Problem?” She arched a brow.

He gave her a hungry look. “Hell, no. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and asks for it.” Sean pushed to his knees, giving her a good view of just how hard he was under those jeans, and undid his button and zipper. He shoved them down over his hips, baring the thick, heavy length of his cock and those strong thighs. His denim hit the floor with a soft but satisfying thud.

Dani hadn’t been with another man since the two of them had hooked up last October. Now that she’d finally surrendered to the chemistry and desire that’d hummed between them ever since, she was suddenly ravenous for him. She got up so she could grab her purse—

Strong arms encircled her from behind. “Where d’ya think you’re going?”

Jesus, the feel of him. Tall. Muscled. His cock against her ass. She unleashed a shaky breath. “Was just getting a condom.” She hoped he wasn’t weirded out by her having one, but she didn’t expect anyone else to be responsible for taking care of her body, so she carried some.

“Mmm.” That was his only reaction, and it was a sound full of approval. So she retrieved the packet from the purse’s inside zipper compartment. Meanwhile, Sean’s mouth latched onto the side of her neck. Explored the sensitive hollow just below her ear. Nipped down the tendon to her shoulder. She shivered. And that was before he asked, “How do you want me?”

The question made her core squeeze. Inside was really the only answer that mattered to her. But she supposed she did want to see and feel all his power moving over her this time, something that hadn’t happened in the dark and confined space of his truck cab where they hadn’t even fully undressed. “I want you on top, pinning me down.”

He spun her around, his dark eyes blazing. And Jesus he was so much taller than her. Broader and bulkier, too. “Do you just want my weight on you or are you asking me to hold you down?”

Both. That was the answer that got stuck in her throat. But she couldn’t give voice to it because her brain was tripping over the fact that he’d taken the time to ask, to be clear, and to be careful with her. She pushed up onto tiptoes, bringing their lips whisper close. “Both,” she finally admitted, kissing him.

As he deepened the kiss, his arms came around her, pulling her in tight against all his hardness. Her resistance to the closeness came only from her worry that she’d hurt his chest, and then he lifted her off her feet and laid her out on the leather.

She gasped. “Sean, be careful.”

“I’m good, trust me. Don’t you worry.” He knelt between her knees, opened the packet, and rolled on the condom.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Second-guessing this whole thing, she said, “Maybe, I should be on top.”

“Nuh-uh.” He tilted his head and gave her a small smile. “Now stop thinking and take off your bra. I want access to all of you.”

The words lashed heat over her, and she was quick to comply. Who thought she’d find his maddening bossiness so hot in bed?

And then he was coming down on top of her, his fingers testing her readiness until his touch glided in her slickness. Finally, he guided himself inside of her.

Dani moaned at the onslaught of sensation. His thickness penetrating her, opening her, filling her. One of his arms hooked behind a knee and spread her wider. His solid weight pressed her into the supple leather, and his other hand grasped hers and held it down above her head.

It was utter freaking perfection.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, Daniela,” he said, looking her eye to eye as he bottomed out inside her.

His words and his actions were a full-body assault—setting her mind to spinning, her heart to tripping, and her muscles to bracing as she accepted his weight. Her back arched at the fullness, the pressure against her G-spot, the dragging friction as he pulled back out. His hips swung on a slow, grinding pace, his hip bones falling against her thighs in a way she hoped left marks. She threw her other arm above her head and whimpered at how erotic it was when he adjusted his grip to pin both of her wrists.

“You like that? Me holding you down?” In his arousal, the intensity in his expression almost read as harsh. And it was freaking hot.

“Yes,” she said, meeting the scorching heat of his gaze. And damn she’d been right to want to experience him on top of her. Because those mountainous shoulders were a thing of beauty, his face was a mask of fierce masculine desire, and his weight nearly overwhelmed her in all the best ways.

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