“Yeah?” he asked as he lifted one leg, kneeling on the edge of the bed, depressing the mattress with his weight.
“Yes,” she nodded, hoping her smile was sultry and seductive. She should’ve practiced in the mirror.
He lowered his hands to the bed, crawling up to her, crawling over her. His knees between her legs. His hands on either side of her shoulders. His handsome face and beautifully dark eyes looming above her.
Then all the air in her lungs escaped a giant woosh when he asked, “Condoms?” Because she didn’t have any. Not one. Considering how long it’d been since she’d had sex—four years; that’s right…four long years—that shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her. But it did.
How the heck could she have purposefully set out to seduce him when she didn’t have any flippin’ condoms?
Eyes wide, mentally hitting herself in the forehead with an open palm while chanting stupid, stupid, stupid, she shook her head. But instead of frowning, Billy just smiled. His beard stubble looked particularly dark against his white teeth.
“Um,” she scowled. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but not having condoms at this particular juncture is nothing to grin about.”
“I’m grinning,” he said, still hanging above her, the heat from his big body seeping into her bones, “because if you don’t have condoms handy, it means you haven’t had a use for them. And call me a caveman, but I like the idea that you haven’t had a use for them…until now.”
“Well, that’s all fine and good,” she harrumphed, waving her hand around. It slapped into his very hot, very hard erection, and she tilted her chin down to see him dangling incredibly close to her pubic bone. Okay, and that was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Too bad it was all for naught. We have no condoms! “But that doesn’t change the fact that now we can’t…uh…fuck like bunnies.”
Using the F-word made her blush. She couldn’t help it.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Billy said, pushing up and away from her. Crawling to the edge of the bed, he stood and padded back toward the galley. She pressed up on one elbow to see him scrounging through the duffel bag he’d brought on board. He smiled at her triumphantly when he pulled out a length of condoms that unraveled accordion-style.
Well, obviously he’d had a use for them. She wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d brought them along with him on the off chance he got to sleep with her. And as she watched him prowl back toward her, ripping into one foil packet with his teeth, she tried to feel some sort of animosity about that, about the fact that since they’d been reintroduced, it was no big secret that Billy was a total man-whore. But the sight of him stalking toward her, his erection bouncing between his bulky thighs, his six-pack abs flexing, made it difficult to feel anything other than explosive, volcanic lust.
And then, when he crawled up on the bed beside her, handing her the condom and presenting himself to her, saying, “Will you do the honors?” any hostility she felt toward his most recent bed partners vanished. She couldn’t think about them when she was too busy thinking about herself. About the pleasure and satisfaction he was poised to give her.
Just as soon as she rolled on the condom, that is.
But, first…
She leaned forward on her elbow, swallowing the searing, weeping head of him without warning.
“Ughnnn,” he made an inarticulate sound at the back of his throat, his hand tangling in her hair. She didn’t know if he was begging her to take more of him—he tasted like man and sex and all things delicious and naughty—or if he was asking her to stop. And since she didn’t know, she went with her own instincts, laving his plump head with her tongue, reveling in the way it caused his hips to thrust forward ever so slightly.
Suddenly, his hand was between her legs, his fingers gently delving between her slippery folds, searching for and finding her opening and pressing softly inside.
Ecstasy…
It was the only way to describe what they were doing to each other, giving and receiving pleasure in equal measures. And it ratcheted everything up another notch when he released her hair so he could find her aching, so-very-sensitive nipple. He tweaked it lightly, and she would swear she felt the sensation between her legs.
And speaking of…
The rough pad of his thumb landed on her clitoris, circling, circling, circling, and her whole body wound tight as a spring.
She ripped her mouth away from him so she could pant, “I don’t want to…to come yet. I want to come with you inside me.”
He obliged her by taking the condom from her fingers and deftly rolling it down his violent arousal. She watched the whole process with heavy-lidded, hungry eyes. Then he was between her legs, supporting himself on his arms. And as she looked up into his dear, beloved face, she knew two things without a doubt. First of all, she’d waited her whole life for this moment. And second, it wasn’t going to be enough…
She’d been fooling herself, lying to herself, when she thought it would be. Because a lifetime in Billy’s arms, in Billy’s bed, wouldn’t be enough.
But she couldn’t think of that now. If she thought of that now, she’d start bawling her head off, and wouldn’t that be just the thing to enhance the mood?
Um, no. Definitely not. There was nothing un-sexier than a woman blowing a giant snot bubble.
Oh, suck it up, Eve, she admonished herself, before you ruin it all. Take this one night. Take it for what it is, and then hold it in your heart forever. It’s better than nothing.
And that was good advice. Sage advice. So why did it make the need to cry even more overwhelming?
“Eve?” Billy must’ve seen something in her expression, because he was frowning down at her. And that wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.
If they only had this one night, she was bound and determined to make it perfect. To make the memory of it perfect.
“Kiss me, Billy,” she breathed against his lips. “Kiss me and then take me.”
Chapter Twenty-two
Kiss me and then take me…
Were those the six sexiest words ever uttered from between soft, peachy lips, or what?
And Bill had always been good at taking orders. So he lowered his mouth to hers, and for one long, seemingly infinite moment, he kissed her. His tongue sliding into her mouth, tangling with hers as he let the taste of her, the amazing softness of her, melt into him, seep into his very bones.
Yeah, kiss her and then take her.
That was the plan. To take her higher, take her farther, take her deeper than she’d ever been taken before…
Breaking off the kiss, she moaned her disapproval, but he wanted to see. He wanted to watch himself slide into her. He wanted to witness his hard length pressing up and into her soft, pink body. He pushed up, sitting back on his heels as he grabbed her hips. Eve had slender hips, equipped with those soft divots on the inside of her pelvic bones that made perfect handholds whether grabbing her from the front or…friggin’-A…from behind.
Just the thought of slipping his fingers into those divots as he pumped into her from behind, her soft, pale ass slamming against his lower belly, had his cock jumping between his thighs. But that would come later. The dirty part of the slow, hot, dirty sex he figured Eve liked would come later. For now, he just wanted slow and hot.
The gentle glow of the overhead light danced over her black tresses, sparkled in her half-lidded eyes. And the smile she offered him was as warm and soft as the air inside the cabin.