Exposed to You (One Night of Passion 2)

“Joy,” he muttered. He bent and covered her mouth with his own. As if his kiss gave her permission, she began to touch him everywhere, sliding her palms along the sides of his ribs, molding his back muscles to her palms, testing to see if the trail of hair down his taut abdomen felt as silky as it appeared.

It did. It also made Everett groan into her mouth and seal their kiss. She glanced up, her first and second fingers dipping beneath his waistband, pausing when she saw the glint in his blue-green eyes.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” he murmured. She felt his hand at her shoulder. Instead of immediately pulling on the cotton straps, he toyed with them for a moment, running the cloth between his long fingers. For some reason, his actions made liquid heat surge between her thighs. When he eventually did pull at the material, releasing the bow, he smiled. By the time he’d untied the other strap, she breathed raggedly.

“It’s like unwrapping a priceless present,” he said, devilish grin in place.

She laughed softly, although his teasing tone couldn’t entirely erase the tension inherent to the moment.

His hand shifted to her back and he lowered the zipper on her dress. Instead of allowing the loose fabric to drop, he stepped back a few inches and lowered it deliberately, exposing her chest and the top curves of her breasts, allowing her nipples to peek above the cloth, then the fringe at the neckline to scrape across her ribs and belly.

Joy held her breath. It was almost unbearable, the anticipation, watching his face when he exposed the sensitive strip of flesh above her mons and the tiny triangle of ivory silk that covered her pubic hair. Her dress bunched in his fist. He lowered it farther. She gasped softly when his knuckles brushed against her naked thigh. He dropped it suddenly, the dress fluttering to her ankles. He spread his hand along the front of her thigh.

“God, you’re lovely.”

She made a strangled sound as his hand coasted upward. He touched her pussy through the meager fabric of her thong, the caress firm and confident.

“Bless it, you’re wet,” she thought she heard him say. His gaze flickered up to her face. “You’re ready.”

“Yes,” she said shakily.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to the bed. She sat and then lay back at his silent urging. Her throat tightened uncomfortably when he carefully removed her thong.

He stood and began to undress. She wanted to undress him as he had her, so sweetly, so seductively, but she felt almost debilitated by her desire. Her limbs felt heavy. Her pussy felt like a living thing between her thighs, tingling with arousal, hungry for stimulation, aching to be filled.

She swallowed with difficulty a moment later as she watched Everett lower his pants. He wore boxer-briefs, the stark whiteness of them a contrast to his gilded skin. His erection strained against the fabric, the outline of his cock clear to see.

She didn’t know what to say when he stood before her naked, didn’t know what to do. He was so beautiful, it almost hurt her a little to look at him. Something so amazing, so brilliant, couldn’t be a lasting thing. It wasn’t even conceivable. She lay there, her flesh prickly, needful of the friction of his body against hers. It surprised her a little to see her own arms stretched out, beckoning him. He quickly donned a condom, the strength of his arousal stretching the prophylactic tight.

He knelt between her opened thighs and placed his hands next to her head, his shoulder and arm muscles flexing hard. He leaned down and kissed the nipple of her left breast, flicking his tongue over the tip before he pressed his mouth above her pounding heart.

“Lovely Joy,” he whispered next to her skin. She encircled his neck with her hands, delving her fingertips into the corded muscle of his upper back. His hand moved to the back of her thigh. He pushed her knee toward her chest and shifted his hips, the motion fluid and natural. She felt the head of his cock nudge her pussy and met his stare. He slowly began to pierce her. A convulsion o

f emotion shuddered through her. It’d been so long since she’d been with a man.

“Are you all right?” he whispered.

She bit her lip and nodded. His girth was stretching her, but even as he flexed with his hips, she felt her flesh melt around him . . . welcome him.

“You’re very small,” he said through a tense jaw.

“I haven’t done this for a while,” she whispered. She ran her hands down his sides. She placed one hand on a smooth, dense buttock. Another shudder went through her, this one of excitement. Her vagina tightened around him. He groaned and flexed, seating himself farther inside her. She tightened her hand on his ass, cupping him, urging him. A feverish flush went through her.

“Jesus. I can feel your heat,” he muttered tensely, sinking inside her several more inches. She lowered her other hand, holding both of his cheeks. She pushed, letting him know with her actions what she wanted.

“Joy,” he grated out. He gave in to her wish and pushed into her to the hilt. His ass felt as hard as stone beneath her clutching hands. It hurt a little, to be so filled with him. But her excitement was greater than her discomfort. Not so long ago, she’d felt so broken, so polluted by her illness and by the chemicals running in her veins—the poison to kill the greater evil. Now she was brimming with life, golden and rich, overfilled by Everett’s powerful energy. He pulsed against her clamoring nerves, kissing deep, secret flesh with his cock.

She glanced up at him, taking in the gleam of sweat on his rigid stomach muscles, the bunching of his chest and shoulders and the feral gleam in his eyes.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

His nostrils flared. He held her stare and granted her request, drawing out of her several inches before he sank back into her to the hilt. Her breath caught at the sure, firm stroke.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, pausing, his stomach muscles clenching.

“No. No. It feels so good.”

He began to fuck her with slow, thorough strokes that built a delicious friction in her. She admitted the fact that it wasn’t enough to Everett before she acknowledged the truth herself. She clutched his ass and tensed her biceps tight.