Down for the Count(38)

“You like what you see?” he asked, gripping himself tighter and stroking his shaft from base to tip.

She couldn’t keep the strangled groan from escaping her lips and her eyes shot to his. “Is that weird?”

“Weird that you like to watch me touch myself?” he asked, frowning. “Are you kidding me? You’re my wet dream come to life.”

He did it again, working himself in one long jerk, then squeezing. Her breath came in pants as he moved faster and faster and his erection swelled to the point that she knew a moment of fear.

“The look on your face right now is almost worth making myself come all over your thighs and stomach rather than make you nervous, but I have to be inside you.” His voice sounded like he’d taken a karate chop to the throat. “I’ll go slow.”

She looked up. “I-I think I’d like that sometime. For you to…do that on my stomach,” she said before she could change her mind about saying it.

He groaned and stepped closer, lining the swollen head of his cock up with her entrance. He pressed forward, inch by excruciating inch. Full, she felt so full, but he continued until her body resisted, the depths unyielding.

“You are so goddamned tight, babe. I can’t—” When he paused, her body relaxed and stretched around him. He pulsed and twitched deep inside her, and she moaned. He spoke through gritted teeth. “You good? Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head, too taken by the sensation of having him inside her to speak. Jerking her hips toward him, she urged him forward. With a growl he withdrew, then drove in hard and deep. She came instantly, her orgasm crashing over her as she cried out his name. The aftershock still rocked her when he began to move. Slow at first, a shallow thrust, then deeper until his pubic bone ground against her clit with every plunge. She opened her eyes and looked down to the place where their bodies were joined. Where his heavy sex, glossy with her juices, moved in and out of her, faster and faster. He gripped her thigh, his movements becoming frantic, and he grew impossibly harder inside her.#p#分页标题#e#

“With me, Lacey,” he groaned and pressed a finger to her clit.

The touch went through her like lightning. She sobbed and broke apart, the column of her sex clamping over him. He tumbled after her, gritting his teeth then bellowing her name as he jerked deep inside her. When their quivers subsided, he pulled her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tight, pressing soft kisses against his shoulder.

With me, Lacey, he’d said.

If only he’d meant forever.





Chapter Nine

It was evening by the time they emerged from the bedroom again. He tugged Lacey into the shower, and she laughed, hiding her face in his shoulder, trying to shield herself from him.

“I just spent the better part of the day kissing, licking, and sucking every part of you, and you’re going to get shy again? No way.” He kissed her hard and pulled away until he could see her entire body. She blushed, but she didn’t turn away.

Funny how he’d been on a mission to drive her wild. He’d succeeded, and had the scratches on his back to prove it. But what he hadn’t expected was for her to drive him just as crazy. Hell, she’d knocked him flat on his ass. Giving and greedy. Sensual but sweet. He’d never been with anyone like her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, swiping the wet hair from her face.

“Taking you out,” he said. It was the truth. He wanted to take her on the town in a pretty dress and open doors for her. She deserved to be doted on some.

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Let’s get ready for a special night, and we’ll go down and talk to the concierge. Maybe dinner and the casino?”

She shook her head and held up a hand. “I’m not really a gambler, but I’ll watch if you want to go.”

“We’ll figure something out. Now go get ready.” He gave her one more quick kiss and shooed her out of the stall.

After he dried off and dressed, he waited in the living room while she did whatever face-painting, boob-taping ritual girls did to get ready for a fancy night out. An hour later he was just about to start complaining when she walked into the living room and sent his jaw swinging.

Her honey-colored mane swung loose around her bare shoulders, framing her glowing face beautifully. The black dress she’d chosen was shorter than anything he’d ever seen her wear and showed off her gorgeous gams to perfection. “Damn, squirt. You are so fine.”

Her hand fluttered to her midriff and she looked away. “Yeah, well, thank your sister. She insisted that every girl needs a little black dress—emphasis on the ‘little’—and she made me buy it for the honeymoon.”