"All the time," she murmured mindlessly.
"I can tell," he rumbled, teasing her with his lips. "Makes me want to eat you, kitty."
Chills rippled across her skin, raising the fine hairs all over her body. The way he'd said that … It was one part threat, two parts pure sex appeal. Dangerous Gentry.
Her body was shaking bad from adrenaline, nerves, or maybe both. Gentry didn't seem to mind, though. He only smiled wider in the moment before his lips pressed against hers.
It was gun-powder meets flame. It wasn't a gentle kiss, or a questioning one. This was hard and focused. He sipped at her lips so hard his teeth scraped her, lifting another wave of chills over her body. His body pressed her against the wall, trapping her, but she felt nothing but safe. She wanted this, wanted him so badly. Not just fooling around this time either, she wanted all of him.
Blaire was ready.
With trembling fingers, she pulled at his belt. God, she was bad at this. It had been too long since she'd asked for this from a man.
He allowed it, even let off a soft, sexy noise deep in his throat when her fingertip brushed the head of his cock. His abs were rigid as she unfastened his pants and shoved them down his thighs. Was that a smile against her lips? Was he laughing at how clumsy she was?
Gentry rolled his hips against her so hard she could feel his erection through the thin material of her leggings. Nope. He wasn't laughing. Maybe he was just happy she was telling him what she wanted? What if she wasn't any good at this? Stop thinking.
Gentry cupped her neck with one hand and dragged her waist hard to him with the other. His kisses deepened, his tongue stroking into her mouth rhythmically. He ran his hands up her ribs, dragging her sweater with them, then pulled it over her head and threw it to the ground. And then he was back on her, kissing her as he unsnapped the back of her bra. At least one of them knew what they were doing. He made quick work of her boots and leggings next, peeling them neatly from her body, panties included. She'd worn black, see-through lace just on the off-chance boning would happen, but Gentry didn't give a fig about her carefully chosen lingerie. Into the pile everything went.
He took off her shirt, so that was the signal, right? He was okay with getting naked? Seriously, stop thinking!
With a little growl of frustration with herself, Blaire shoved his sweater up his torso. She wasn't as smooth, but she made up for that in sheer desperation. Sweater removed, she tossed the fabric and then lost her mind. With a squeak, she jumped up like a little flying squirrel aiming for a tree.
Faster than she'd imagined he could, Gentry caught her and wrapped her legs around his hips before he slammed her against the wall and kissed her breathless. He ground his hips, hitting her in just the right spot. God, he was right there, and it felt so good already.
His body was shaking now, too, and that low noise he made was back in his throat. When he spun her away from the wall and settled her on the floor in a rush, her stomach dipped like she was on a roller coaster. Geez, he was strong, and fast.
He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pushed them over her head as he trailed kisses down her throat. Teeth, teeth, Gentry liked scraping her with his teeth. Sexy, bitey man.
The full moon outside was casting everything in blue light, and when Gentry lifted off her and locked his arms against the floor, she got this incredible view of his body. Deep shadows adorned the ridges of his muscles, and the moonlight made his eyes look so bright and striking. Chest heaving, he dragged his hungry gaze from her eyes to her lips to her throat. His attention lingered on her breasts, and she could feel him right at her entrance, the swollen head of his cock dipping shallowly inside her.
"Fff," she murmured, arching her back against the floor.
"Say it," he growled. "Say something bad, just for me." He trapped her in that blazing green gaze as he pushed into her by inches, stretching her.
"Fuck," she whispered helplessly.
His body rattled with that sexy noise, and she wanted to feel the vibration against her breasts so, enticing him, she rolled her hips to meet his next stroke inside her.
Dominant lover wanted to keep her submissive, though. He wouldn't release her wrists over her head. Instead, he got a smirk that she fell in freaking love with. Naughty man, the devil was in his smile, and she liked it. Liked the tease. Liked being at his mercy.
"Gentry?" she whimpered as he dipped into her shallowly again.
"What do you want, Trouble?"
"You. All of you. Everything. Please."
Gentry rolled his hips hard, thrust so deeply into her she cried out with pleasure. Perfect. So perfect, and now he was sliding in and out of her hard and fast. He released her wrists and pulled one of her hands behind his head. Lowering down, he pressed her against the cold wooden floors with his body. Hot and cold. Heat on her front, cool on her back, fire in her middle.
"Gentry!" she cried out as he hit her clit over and over, filling her with a tingling sensation she hadn't felt in so long. Had sex ever felt like this? Like desperation to go farther, go faster, go deeper with a man.
Something was happening. Something big that started in her chest and emanated outward. Her entire body felt like it was glowing from the inside out, and with every pump of his cock inside her, the sensation pulsed stronger.
He spread her legs wider and bucked into her deeper, and she was there. Too soon maybe, but she couldn't stop what was happening. Blaire cried out and gripped the back of his hair hard, raking her nails against his scalp.
The rattle in his throat turned into a feral snarl that should've scared her. It should've terrified her, but Gentry had hit his stride, and orgasm ripped through her in that instant. Gentry buried his face against her neck and bit her, almost too hard, as he rammed forward again. Pulsing ecstasy rippled through her body in the moment he shot warmth into her. He reared back and bucked again with a grunt. His teeth felt so sharp. Pleasure and pain, and then flooding heat as he emptied himself inside her.
"Ow," she squeaked as he worked his jaw, and Gentry's reaction was instant. He released her and pushed up on locked arms.
"Fuck, I'm sorry." His dick was still throbbing inside of her, matching her aftershocks, but there was horror in his eyes as he watched where she was covering her neck with her hand. "Let me see," he said in a voice she almost didn't recognize. It was too low and growly.
His eyes looked like two churning green flames as she pulled her hand away from her neck. He rolled his eyes closed and let off the most relieved sigh she'd ever heard. His body went limp as he rested his forehead against hers and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry. That was too close. I'm sorry."
"Too close?" she asked, baffled. They'd had sex. The deed was done. They couldn't get much closer than they were right now, connected at the hips, him buried deep inside of her. Plus, she didn't know how it was for him, but to her, it felt like their souls had met.
Gentry rolled to the side, bringing her with him, and hugged her tightly against his chest. He was quiet, but he seemed to need that right now. So she cuddled close to him, immersing herself in his abundant warmth, and waited.
"I've never done this with someone like you," he murmured, his chin resting on the top of her hair. "It was reckless."
It stung like a slap on cold skin. "You've said that before." She was trying to keep the hurt from her voice and failing. "That was good for me. I don't have a ton of experience, Gentry, but for me, that was good. It was special. I don't jump into bed easily, so don't hurt me. Or if you plan on it, let me have tonight. I don't want to feel guilty until tomorrow."
"That's not what I mean. Blaire, you were amazing. That wasn't just some casual fuck for me either. I wish I could tell you … "
And there it was again-the shut-down.
"Tell me what?" she whispered against his chest.
His heart was beating too fast against her cheek. He swallowed audibly. "Everything."
"Why can't you?"
"Because we're different, Blaire. We aren't the same, no matter how much I wish we were. There are rules."
"What rules?" she asked, completely frustrated.
"Rules against us. Against this."
"Against us hugging?"
"No, against us being together at all. Fuck!" Gentry released her and sat up, ran his hands through his hair and gripped the back of his neck. "The rules are there for a reason, Blaire."