A Wifey for the Bad Boy(44)

He could finish that thought. “You want a Dominant who you care about, someone who has an investment in you. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

He’d suspected that, and it wasn’t at all hard to lead her to the realization. Glenn reached for her hands, tugging her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. It was a possession, no doubt about it. He commanded her mouth to open for him, and plunged his tongue deep inside, moaning against the pliancy of her lips. Melissa sagged, and he brought her to the bed, stretching her out, never once breaking the kiss.

Her legs were splayed open and Glenn could feel the wet heat of her permeating the fabric. He leaned in, breathing her scent deeply, taking it well into his soul.

He unzipped her jeans, wanting to smell her more richly, wanting to have her juices all over him. Melissa’s head fell back on the bed, and Glenn groaned at the sight of her. The tunic hung slightly off her shoulders, exposing the beautiful swells of her breasts and skimming the tops of her thighs. As he yanked the jeans down, peeling them and her heels off, the scent of her rose, and he rested his head on her soft stomach, tasting her on the air.

Glenn was too keyed up to be slow and gentle now, but he wanted to worship her. She deserved worshipping. He pulled down her bikinis, laughing when they clung to her wet flesh.

“Sit up,” he instructed, once the scrap of soaked fabric was tossed aside. “Take off your tunic and bra.”

She nodded, nimble fingers working. His were bigger and clumsier and he had to concentrate to get his shirt unbuttoned quickly. His pants and shoes were easier to remove and he spent a second in thanks that he hadn’t worn underwear tonight. He’d known how this was going to end up. Hell, she probably had as well.

She was naked now, watching him, her brown eyes darting every which way. He wanted to take her slowly, make their first time pure lovemaking, but he was lost on a sea of something he’d never experienced before.

“Safe?” he ground out, looking into the basket by the bed. He really didn’t want to glove up, but he was a responsible lover, and if that was what she needed, he’d do so.

“Yeah. You?”

He grunted his assent. “Touch me, get me ready,” he told her, his fingers delving into her folds. He spread her moisture all over, making her ready for him, her hand curving around his cock. She pumped him slowly, seeing to adjust her strokes to how he responded.

“Easy,” he told her after a few minutes. He was too close to the edge to allow much more, as wonderful as her hand felt on him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you’re doing everything right.”

He leaned in and kissed her deeply and she whimpered, her body bucking upward. Glenn stretched out over her, looking into her big, beautiful eyes. “Say yes, Melissa.”

“Yes!”

He nudged himself inside and seated himself deeply, his body already beginning to shake with the effort of holding back. He wanted to take her hard and fast, wanted to drag her climaxes out of her rather than mere coaxing, wanted her screaming on the end of his cock.

It didn’t quite work that way.

Once he was gloved in her heat, the basest part of his animal nature took over, leaving him as much a participant as she was, while their passions ruled them. Glenn drove deep inside her, striving only for one end; their mutual explosions. Them falling apart together. He was just a passenger in this ride, and that was fine with him.

“Please!” Melissa cried out, her body shaking as hard as his was. Good, too, because he was coming apart whether she liked it or not.

“Now, now” he chanted and she screamed. Her passionate sounds drove his climax out of him and he exploded inside her, seeing stars. Glenn barely managed to roll over before he was unconscious, sated as he’d never been before.

Melissa was perfect for him.

Melissa awoke slowly, turning to look at Glenn sleeping beside her. He’d done the unexpected, they’d had sex as equals rather than doing a scene, and in the weak light of morning, she realized that meant a lot more to her than if they’d ended a scene with it. There was a rightness to them being together here on common ground, rather than the realities of their careers or her newfound understanding of his dominant nature.

“Morning,” he whispered, startling her. He’d been so still that she hadn’t realized he’d awakened. She watched his eyes open with a little bit of wonder. How was it that this man was interested in her, at her weight, with the extra baggage to spare.

“Morning,” she replied, feeling a little self-conscious. Plus, she had needs she had to attend to.

“Bathroom is in here, just slide the mirrored wall aside.”