To her surprise, he stood carrying her with him. With their fronts still smashed together she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. He walked them down the hallway and into the bedroom he'd gone into earlier.
Memories of her last visit assaulted her. The two of them sweaty and tangled in the sheets...
He peeled her off of him and dropped her onto the bed. The bed where they'd last been together. She glanced around drinking in the chocolate brown and cream casual décor that filled his sparse space. It was messier than the last time she'd been here. Clothes were randomly thrown across several furniture pieces and socks and shoes were littered across the floor.
But there was one thing about this room she knew she'd never forget. She swiveled her head around and came face to face with the rich mahogany hand carved headboard that stood massive at the head of his bed. Her mind filled with images from the past. Particularly the night she held onto that board, her bottom thrust in the air waiting for Creed...
"Babe," his voice had turned dark and tight, as if he too had that night in his mind. He sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms, bringing her back to the present when he crashed his mouth back to hers.
Everything good and delicious about Creed Donovan filled her, making her instinct for more to kick in overdrive. She kissed him back, grabbing at his shoulders and neck, frantic to take everything he offered in that one kiss.
Whatever problems they had to face in the light of day were quickly forgotten. She reached for the buttons of his shirt and tried to pry them loose. One slipped free but the second not so much. It was her turn to growl her frustration.
“Babe,” he mumbled, his lips turning up in a smile. He swept her hands to the side and yanked the rest of his shirt open sending buttons flying across the room.
She curled her fingers into his chest, savoring the soft brush of his hair against her hands. The press of flexing muscles made her want to lick and bite every inch of him. Except he beat her to it.
With his teeth nipping at her neck he tore at her clothes, divesting her of everything except bra and panties before he pushed her back onto the bed.
“Mine,” he breathed, his nose pressing into her neck.
Tingles erupted across her skin. A sizzle that grew as it traveled up and down her body. Her nipples tightened and heat gathered between her thighs.
"Hurry," she whispered. "I need you."
Creed groaned, another full on rumble she felt clear to her toes. Unable to wait, she planted her foot on the mattress and shoved, using the element of surprise and the fact that he wasn't pressing all of his weight into her stomach as leverage. He rolled to his back and she straddled his thighs. "You're not the only one who's been thinking about this. Me first."
Creed gave in and looked to the ceiling. "She's going to kill me," he said to no one as if they'd help him.
"She is right here and killing isn't exactly what I had in mind."
He rolled his eyes. "Playing, killing, same difference when either is going to result in my suffering."
It was her turn to roll her eyes as she worked his fly open and slid her hands inside to release him. Her eyes widened as she grabbed his girth. He was so much bigger than she remembered. Her stomach clenched at the notion of having him once again inside her. Maybe he was right. This wasn't the time to play.
Although... One taste wasn't going to kill anyone. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the base. Then with her tongue she took one long swipe from base to tip.
"Oh shit," he moaned, his hand tightening on her head. "You've done it now. Open," he demanded.
She didn't hesitate, latching her mouth around the crown for a moment before sinking down part of his length. He was too big to take at once, but she certainly wanted to try. Except he wouldn't allow it. With his hands tight on her hair, he controlled how deep and how fast.
"Jesus, Dani. Your mouth. It's heaven." He grunted, pushing a fraction deeper as she stretched her mouth to take more.
With each subsequent stroke, her body began to shake with the need for more. He wasn't even touching her sex and it felt like she wanted to explode. There had to be more and fast.
She pulled free from his hold and gasped, "More. Please, Creed. Need you right now."
A tight smile formed across his face as he rose from the bed. "On your knees, baby. I don't want to hurt you."
She was too breathless to get into the fact that sex with him would not hurt anything, so she scurried into place instead. They both knew from before that this was their favorite position. Her on her knees, him behind her, giving him just the right angle to drive her way past wild.
Once in place, she held her breath waiting for his cock to slam deep. Her body trembled and the ache inside her built to an all new high.