She wanted to feel his weight and watch him poised over her, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he thrust inside her. She wanted to be what he needed.
“Let me see you.”
He stripped off his pants and briefs in one efficient movement without taking his eyes off her.
“Oh,” she said. She’d seen him before, of course, bare-chested in Buffalo and again in the back of the car, but this was different. This was everything, all at once, and that look in his eyes …
She caught her breath. “Get over here.”
Sean smiled for the first time since she’d arrived at his house. Slow and inevitable as the arrival of the dawn, the smile stole a piece of her she’d been holding apart.
A crease appeared between his eyebrows. He stood up and took a step away from the bed. “Hang on,” he said. “Don’t move.”
He disappeared, and she heard the stairs creak as he descended. Alarm bells started going off in the back of her head, self-doubting voices whispering unwelcome questions like Where is this going? and What’s all this about ‘need’? and Do you have any idea what you’re getting into?
But before the mind-fuckery could work up much steam, Sean returned and dropped the condoms on the mattress. He moved right up over her and pressed her into the bed and kissed her until her head went quiet.
He kissed her until her breasts grew heavy and her stomach tightened and her hips lifted and every inch of her skin started to plead, For the love of all that is holy, more. More. Now. More.
When she said it aloud, he kissed her throat, her chest, her stomach.
“Why haven’t we been doing this all week?” she asked the ceiling.
Sean didn’t answer. He was too busy investigating her belly button with his tongue.
That was okay. The question would keep. The ache he’d reawakened between her thighs, though—that demanded a response.
He gave it with his fingers, parting her swollen, slippery flesh and coaxing a terribly unsexy sound from her throat. He smiled and moved back over her, kissing her deep as his fingers moved inside her deeper and curved until he found a spot that made her buck instinctively and swear like a sailor.
“There it is,” he murmured.
Thumb glancing over her clit. Fingers gliding in and out, finding that sweet spot on every stroke and making her heels scrabble for purchase. Making her hands clutch at his shoulders and her nails dig into his biceps. Making her tear her head away and bite her lip because it was too much, and the low, tight tingling centered around Sean’s hand would be her undoing.
She careered toward the edge, trusting Sean to keep her safe. Trusting his self-command. But it didn’t feel quite right. She wanted the Sean she’d had in the car. The one who’d shared command with her.
“Don’t make me come again,” she said. “I want you with me.”
“Next time. This time, I get to watch.” His voice in her ear was so low and growly, his hands between her legs so masterful, she gave in and let the orgasm rip through her, one tight, titanic wave that left her trembling when it receded.
As promised, he watched her, his deep blue irises glittering with possessive satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” she said.
“Mmm,” he replied.
Then he started all over again.
He began at her toes and kissed and nibbled his way up her legs, finding erogenous zones she hadn’t even known she had. His hands massaged her hips and her ass, his mouth moved up her inner thigh, and she couldn’t do anything but stroke the top of his head with shaking fingers and beg.
It wasn’t what she wanted.
“Sean, come here.”
He hooked one hand behind her knee and opened her up to his tongue, licking her sensitized clit with one firm, short stroke that loosed horrible, wonderful aftershocks. With her fingers fisted in his hair, she tossed her head and bit her lip hard enough to hurt. “Come here.”
“No.”
Katie ran out of patience. Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled him toward her and slid down the bed at the same time, away from his questing mouth.