He’d promised to take care of her, but she was sure he meant that in a sexual way. He couldn’t possibly mean anything else and she couldn’t expect more.
But suddenly she wanted to. She wanted this to be real. If only for a night.
“I can take care of myself, Brighton.” She wasn’t going to dive into maudlin thoughts. Five years had gone by and if she never moved on, she would regret it. She’d loved Kevin, but he was gone. And Liam was right. He would have wanted her to be happy. Could she ever be happy with Brighton? Would she hate herself if she didn’t try?
He’d said she wasn’t his type and she’d given him those words right back, but the minute he touched her, she’d gone up in flames. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted him.
He gave her the craziest, sexiest grin. “I’m sure you can, gorgeous, but you don’t have to take care of yourself tonight. Let me take care of you.”
He lowered himself down again and Karina couldn’t help but welcome him. She didn’t even want to think about all the ways this could go wrong. She just wanted him.
It was time to stop thinking and let herself feel for once. Yes, she would likely get her heart ripped in two, but at least she would feel something beyond the numbness of the last several years.
“I want to make you feel good, gorgeous. Let me make you feel so good.” He whispered the words against her skin. She felt the rumble of his voice all along her flesh.
Heat poured through her body, the thrum of arousal a rhythm she couldn’t deny. She could still feel his tongue on her tenderest flesh. He hadn’t played around. He’d eaten her like she was the sweetest peach. What would he say if she told him the truth? What would he say if she told him she’d never been kissed there? That he was the first man to lick her and suck her and make her want to scream because she couldn’t take another second of his sweet torture.
Making love with Kevin had been wonderful, but Derek made her feel things she’d never imagined. Even his weight did something for her. He was so much bigger than her husband had been. He pressed her into the mattress, his legs spreading hers and making a place for himself. His chest came down on hers, the light hair there rasping against her nipples.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Karina.” His lips hovered above hers. “I want you so badly. Tell me I can have you.”
He was right there, his hips pumping against her. His cock was pressed to her clit and the heat was building all over again. Sweet want coursed through her. She let her hands find his hair. How was it so soft?
“Please, Sir.” She loved using that word on him. He was so dominant, so strong and yet he’d done something Kevin never had. Kevin never slipped out of his Dom role when they made love. He never gave up a second of control. He’d told her he needed it and she’d believed him, but there was something about Derek’s softness that made her melt. Kevin would never have asked her. He would have assumed if she didn’t use her safe word that everything was fine.
She’d never heard a man practically begging, needing her the way Derek seemed to tonight.
She couldn’t resist. She opened herself because she didn’t know how to do this any other way. She wrapped herself around him, offering him everything she had.
“You won’t regret it, gorgeous.” His mouth fused to hers, his tongue cajoling as he fitted his cock against her pussy and started to press inside.
She held on. He was so big. She gasped, but he’d done a damn good job of getting her ridiculously wet. He slid in an inch or so and held himself still, his forehead against hers.
“You’re going to kill me, Karina. Naturally you feel this good. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulled back a little and then carefully moved forward. His mouth came back on hers and he captured the little cry she made as he pressed his full length inside.
So full. Derek seemed to take up all the space, his cock foraging deep. She held on to him.
“Yes, you dig those nails in. I want it. You won’t hurt me.” He pulled out and fucked back in, keeping his strokes measured, grinding his pelvis against hers. Every motion was careful, but she could see the toll it was taking on him. His face was flushed and tense.
She stroked his back, letting her hands go down to cup that wretchedly hot backside of his. “Give me more, Sir. Please.”
She wanted all of him. She wanted for him to lose control the way she was. Yes, she loved to play, loved to be controlled by her Dom, but she needed this, too. She needed to feel precious, sexy and wanted.
“I’ll give you everything.” He leveraged himself up on his arms and slammed against her pelvis, giving her the hard length of his dick in one thrust.