She let go of his hair and twisted her fingers in the sheets, but he was relentless, moving against her with his strong tongue until the build started again, and then rushed her over the edge of another orgasm and into a rush of oblivion followed by seconds of sheer, screaming pleasure.
She screamed his name, not caring who heard, and she could swear she felt him grin against her pussy.
When he finally raised his head to gaze down at her as she lay there, exhausted from coming but not even close to satisfied, the pleasure he’d gained from pleasing her was evident on his face. When he made to lower his head again, she sat up slightly with a growl and shook her head. She grabbed his face in both hands, kissed him hard, and then growled into his ear.
“Take me now.”
A deep rumble in his throat was his assent, and he pressed her back with one hand and pulled off pants and boxer briefs in one smooth movement. His manhood sprang free, and he reached for a condom, ripped the packet open, and slid it on.
Then his hands were on either side of her head, his eyes gazing into hers, glowing with sapphire intensity, and then he was inside her, stretching her, pushing her body to the edge of its limits of pleasure. Making the sensitive place inside her light up like it was on fire, the best kind of fire that heats but doesn’t burn. She let her body adjust and took a couple deep breaths and then wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her legs at the heels. She wasn’t letting him out.
He closed his eyes as he started to move. She felt her body moving with him, staying joined and then pulling a little apart, so that delicious friction that resulted from each ridge of him stimulated every space inside her.
She’d never felt so filled, so complete, and at some point during the heights of the ecstasy between them, she looked up into his eyes and realized she no longer knew where he ended and she began.
It was a cosmic feeling, the best in the world, and also a little frightening. She wrapped her hands around him as her orgasm came, and he held her tight with one hand and thrust a few more times until he found his own completion. He uttered a low oath and then her name and then something she couldn’t quite make out.
She dug her nails in as her orgasm resonated against his where they were joined and held him as they rode the waves together.
When it abated, she dropped back against the pillows and he fell over her. She ran a finger through a lock that had come free, and he sighed hoarsely.
“Would it be crazy to say I love you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, knowing she could feel similarly if she let herself, but wouldn’t.
“I don’t care, I’ll say it anyway. I love you, Janna. Spend your life with me.”
She froze, pleasure still waving over her, his body still pleasantly ensconced in hers, and his warm strength covering her like he wanted to protect her from everything in the world.
“I’ll make sure you’re always happy,” he said. “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
She stroked his hair, loving the dark softness of it. He had so much. So much of everything to offer really. So why couldn’t her heart get on board and trust him?
Stupid Scott.
“You don’t have to say that,” she said. “I know that’s not what this is.”
He flinched and lifted himself, narrowing his eyes at her as his jaw tightened. “What?”
She waved a hand weakly. “I just mean I’m already going to stay with you this week. You don’t need to make this out like it’s more than it is. I prefer honesty, and it’s not like I wouldn’t stay with you anyway.”
His expression darkened and he pulled gently out and caught himself with a towel. Then he rolled to the side of the bed to clean up.
She couldn’t help but feel tenderness as she stared at the sight of his large, wide back, the hunch of his shoulders as he worked.
“What kind of man do you think I am, Janna?” he asked, giving her a dark expression as he crossed to the closet and flung open the doors. He pulled out a pair of soft-looking pajama pants in navy blue and pulled them on with hasty motions. “You think I’d use you like that?”
She shrugged, hating this had to happen while she was still enjoying her afterglow. “We’re both adults. We’re having fun together, right? I mean, I know men feel like they have to say I love you every time, but let’s be honest. You barely know me.”
He flinched like she’d struck him, and she couldn’t tell why he’d be hurt by that. It was true. Any woman would probably think twice about believing a man loved her and wanted to spend his life with her after only two days.
What made him so different that it should be believable?