She reached up to the neck of the dress and undid something. The material slid from her body and pooled at her feet.
“Uh …” was all he could think to say as he looked his fill at her.
Her smile lost all its caution and he found that a good reason to get out of his shirt. He missed the buttons a few times because he couldn’t take his gaze from her bare breasts. Just beautiful.
She stepped to him, gently moving his hands from the way and finishing unbuttoning his shirt and the cuffs. “I love it when a man wears French cuffs with cuff links. It’s so deliciously old-school and gentlemanly.”
That’s always what he’d thought too. He’d watched Cary Grant in the old movies as he’d been growing up. It hadn’t been a casual coincidence that he’d ended up with French cuffs and a tray full of cuff links. Each set had been a way of telling himself he’d made it. Built himself into a success.
“Your breasts look even better when you’re so close I can see how tight your nipples are.”
Her skin, so warm and very soft, drew his lips. He took his time, tasting and teasing. Wanting to savor her now that he had her in his bed.
Of course now that he had her here in his bed, he was totally going to keep her.
He paused at the base of her neck, feasting on her frantic pulse and the echo of her soft, sexy moans.
He heard the intake of breath when he pulled away. Liked the way she licked her lips as she looked at him. Hungry. Loved the confident way she slid a palm from the waist of his pants, up the wall of his chest and around the back of his neck. Her nipples brushed against him and they both groaned.
“You’re nearly naked. In my front hallway. It’s like Christmas and my birthday all at once.”
She laughed and he twirled her, drawing her back to his bedroom and his bed. They paused at the doorway where he backed her up against the jamb while he made quick work of the barely there panties she had on.
“Now I’m totally naked.”
He walked her back until she landed on his bed. “You are. My favorite.”
And that wasn’t a lie. She was long and curvy. Her skin was pale and pretty. The only tattoo she appeared to have was the mark at her wrist, but he liked the pierced belly button. He bent to tug it with his teeth.
Everything in him wanted her. Wanted this beautiful, intelligent and strong woman all for his own.
“I’m naked,” she repeated, waving her hand at him, “and you’re not. You’re giving me a bad case of the sads, Dominic. Why do you want that?”
Before he could answer, she sat up on the bed and pulled his belt off, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and shoving them down his legs. “There. I did most of the work for you. Get to it.”
Laughing, he kicked the clothes off and leapt on the bed to straddle her body. He couldn’t recall the last time he ever laughed this much with a woman, much less one he was having sex with. Probably because he never had.
Those lush lips, glossy and swollen from his kisses, called to him again as he pulled her so she rested on top of him, close enough to touch.
“Finally,” he said before taking a nipple between his teeth, “you’re just where I want you.”
She laughed. “Is that a compliment?”
“God, yes.” He kissed his way to the other nipple, enjoying the way she squirmed.
“Okay then.”
The curve of her hips called to fingertips and mouth, the dip at her waist, the swell of her thighs, velvety soft at the back of her knees. Tickled the backs of her thighs as he rolled her over. Her back was a perfect curve as he kissed up the long line of her spine, pausing to kiss each indentation at the base, right above her perfect ass.
Sweet … her soft shudder when he gave her a gentle edge of his teeth at the back of her neck.
“Hurry,” she whispered, rolling her hips back toward him, inciting his want.
“I’m trying to take this slow. Greedy.”
She turned around and grabbed his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want slow. Not this time.”
It was his turn to swallow hard. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you so much.”
“I won’t break. I promise.”
She dragged the head of his cock through her slick folds and he might have blacked out for a minute or two at how good it felt.
His resolve melted away and he leaned over, grabbed a condom and was ready for action.
“Still with me?”
She paused, looking up into his face. “You’re very sweet.” She stretched up to kiss his lips. “It undoes all my defenses.”
He pressed in, counting to fifty to try not to lose it before he even got all the way inside her.
Resolve? Ha! He had none left. She’d torn it to shreds. He wanted inside, wanted to be in her as deeply as he could get and still, he knew without a doubt it wouldn’t be enough.
She stretched beneath him, tightening her muscles and then wrapping herself around him.
Which took him deeper and made him forget how to count.
“So good.” He kissed her lips, across her chin, down to her neck where he nuzzled, breathing her in. Her nails sank into his skin as she held on.
Her body received him and as he seated himself in her fully, he had to pause to appreciate just how amazing it felt.
He breathed deep and began to move.
Hard, she’d said. And he’d agreed. Every cell in his body had agreed as he thrust into that wet, snug heat.
He’d kept his face buried in her neck. Tenderness rushed through her, spicing the arousal. This was so much more than having sex had ever been. She’d thought she’d loved before. Had been close with those men she’d slept with. But this was different.
It was different because he was different. His weight against her was just right. He fit her just right. A silly sort of Goldilocks moment, but it was true nonetheless. Sweat-slicked skin slid together, the friction of it delicious. Leaving her delirious with need. Need she understood only he could fill.
That connection to him shook her. She was glad it came as he was inside her. Glad it came as his lips rested against the throbbing pulse at her throat. Possession swept over her then. She’d never been the jealous type. After all, if a man didn’t want her as much as she him, it was his loss. But Dominic Bright was her man. Hers.
And she had zero intention of giving him back.
He angled himself, adjusting the legs she’d had wrapped around his waist. He pushed her knees up and apart, fitting into her so deeply it stole her breath. The length of him stroked over her clit over and over. The pressure hard enough that she understood he knew exactly what he was doing.
He’d moved his head; this time they were nose to nose and the intimacy of it made her nervous even as it titillated. Being seen by this man, in such a raw way, left her short of breath. Or it could have been the way her orgasm began to hover just at the edge of her vision. Waiting for that right stroke, the perfect amount of pressure for long enough.
He thrust, playing her body like a master. And she wanted more.
“More,” she heard her stuttered whisper and forgot she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Harder this time, so that her breasts bounced up each time he slammed into her all the way. He reared back and she was able to take him in better. He had tattoos on his biceps and along his belly. She’d need to investigate that further. Like with her mouth.
“Come on, gorgeous. Come,” he whispered against her lips when he dipped his head down for a kiss.
Nearly there …
Just a little more pressure …
And then he moved his fingers, brushing two of them over her clit with a light but consistent touch and she flew apart with a cry of his name.
He wasn’t far behind and within long, excruciatingly pleasurable moments, they’d ended up collapsed on his bed, breath heaving.