Dare Me Tonight (The Knight Brothers 3)
He slid his tongue around her mouth, warming up the coolness so he could experience her flavor for himself. It was a hot kiss, one he got lost in until the soft moan that came from the back of her throat reverberated throughout his body.
He slid his fingers into her soft hair, curled his hand around the long strands, and tipped her head to the side, his mouth trailing from her lips to her neck, nuzzling the delicious skin there. She held on to his forearms, taking what he gave and finding his mouth again so she could return the kiss with equal fervor. Not passive, she began to pull at the lapels of his jacket, pushing them off his shoulders.
He slid her down the length of his body, feeling her soft suppleness arousing him. With shaking hands, she began to work at the buttons of his shirt until he couldn’t stand the delay and ripped open the sides, sending the small studs scattering.
At the unexpected action, she sucked in a startled breath, then her gaze came to his chest and her eyes opened wide. She splayed her fingers across his skin, her smaller, pale hand resting where his heart beat rapidly for her alone. There didn’t seem to be a need for words. Ethan wasn’t a man of many to begin with, and she seemed more than content with his actions.
He grasped her wrist, bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a hot, wet kiss against her skin, her pulse tapping out a furious beat.
He took in her sexy body, the skimpy lingerie that covered parts of her he was dying to see, and any restraint he’d been holding on to fled. He released the clasp of her bra, and as the garment fell away, her small but perfect breasts came into view. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and swiped his tongue over one nipple, licking, tasting, and teasing the tight bud, discovering her sweetness before she became too sensitive, trying to pull away.
So he switched to the other side, giving the other nipple the same torturous treatment. When she squirmed before him, he held her in place, his hands on her hips as he devoured her with his mouth. Only when she’d had enough did he release her and slip his hands into the sides of her panties, pushing them to the floor, kneeling as he removed the garment.
His nostrils filled with the scent of her sex, making him aware of how completely aroused she was. For him. His cock throbbed against the uncomfortable fabric confining him, and he knew it was time.
He scooped her into his arms and discovered she was a light little thing as he carried her through the living area and into the bedroom on the far side of the apartment. Already the room looked lived in with feminine pieces of clothing and items strewn around the bed. Ignoring them all, he placed her down on the center of the mattress and paused only to pull out his wallet and retrieve a condom his brother, Sebastian, had put there a few weeks ago along with the suggestion to go and get himself laid. Never would he have imagined he’d use it so soon.
From there, he removed his pants, yanking down his boxer briefs along with them, fully aware of her wide-eyed gaze on him the entire time. His cock sprang free, and as he crawled onto the bed, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the rigid length, moaning at the feel of him.
He jerked in her hand. “Jesus, I’m going to come just from you touching me,” he muttered, the first words he’d spoken to her since this had begun.
“Yeah?” Eyes open and focused, she swiped her thumb over the pre-come on the head of his dick, and his own eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
She clearly wasn’t practiced, but she didn’t need to be when just the touch of her was enough to set him off.
He gritted his teeth and ripped open the condom, pinching the tip and rolling the protection over his aching shaft, her gaze watching his every move.
He settled between the inviting spread of her thighs. Grasping his cock, he held on as he glided himself over the bare lips of her slick sex. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, the need to be inside of her greater than anything he’d felt before. But something made him go slower, take his time with her, sliding his cock back and forth over her clit until she writhed beneath him, desire obviously pummeling at her as it was him.
He met her heavy-lidded gaze and something shifted between them. A moment that was quick yet impactful, heavy in its significance yet one that passed quickly. And then he was bracing one hand on the mattress, the other holding on to his cock as he breached her entrance and pushed inside.