His six-pack flexed with the movement, his scars silver in contrast with his tanned skin. His deep V of muscle guided her attention right to his crotch. He lifted his chin and smirked as he undid his belt that rode low on his hips.
“Whoo,” she sighed out, shaking her head in disbelief that he was hers.
He nodded and dragged his gaze to her jacket. “Your turn.”
Oh, he wanted a strip-tease. There was a hundred percent chance she was about to turn him off indefinitely with her un-sexy moves, but she was game for anything if he would let loose his dang belt.
With a nervous laugh, she splayed her hands on his abs and pushed him backward until his back hit the wall closest to his bed. Gentry relaxed against it and waited, so she unzipped her jacket slowly and shrugged out of it. She pulled her sweater over her head, but it got hooked on her dangly earring. Blaire tried to be smoother, removed the earring and left it in the shirt, dropped the sweater on the ground, then removed her other earring in a rush. Gentry chuckled, and Blaire’s cheeks heated slightly. If this was anyone else, she would’ve gotten super embarrassed and quit, but Gentry made it easy to be herself. That, and he was still rocking an obvious boner, so she wasn’t doing that bad. The boots were next. She was clumsy, but he didn’t seem to mind so long as she did her bending at the waist with her butt toward him. Socks and skinny jeans removed, she locked her arms on the bed and wiggled her see-through lace, hooker-red panty-clad butt at him with a laugh.
But Gentry wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes were trained on her backside, and that man looked hungry. As she moved to stand, he shoved off the wall and gently pushed her between the shoulder blades until she was back to resting her palms on the mattress.
He ran a light fingertip along her red lacy bra. “Did you match your lingerie for me today, Trouble?”
“Maybe,” she said cheekily. “Or maybe I just matched them for myself.”
“Mmmm,” he murmured, the sound tapering into a growl as he leaned his body over hers. He inhaled deeply at her neck and whispered, “Werewolves can sense a lie.” He hooked a finger into the lace at her hip and rolled his erection against her ass. “Are these for me?”
Excitement zinged through her. “Yes,” she said on a breath. “It’s all for you.”
Her bra went loose and fell around her wrists. There was the quick rattle of his zipper and, oh, this was happening fast now. The shuffle of clothes sounded, and then her panties slid down her thighs to her ankles. She kicked out of them—ungracefully of course—and gasped when he nudged her legs wider with his foot. He pushed her shoulder blades until she was resting on her elbows on the bed, ass up in the air. His hand was in her hair at the nape of her neck now, pulling gently, making her arch her back as he teased her with the head of his swollen cock. This had never been her favorite position, but Gentry was changing that quick.
He reached around her thigh and cupped her sex, ran his fingers through her folds and chuckled against the back of her neck. One bitey kiss, and he whispered, “I like how wet you get for me, Trouble.”
Words completely failed her. She wished she had something witty to say back, something that would turn him on, but all she managed was a helpless moan as he pushed his dick into her.
She was dizzy with how good he felt inside of her, stretching and filling her over and over. He sped up, and his thrusts became more powerful as he pushed her farther onto the bed. He released her hair, and then his hand was on her breast, squeezing hard, and his other arm was locked beside her ribs. His body was so powerful against hers as he thrusted over and over again.
She cried out at the peak of every stroke. He was so big she was on the verge of pain, but the pleasure overrode everything and fogged her mind. Suddenly, Gentry pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back, and then he was on her again, his abs flexing as he pushed into her.
Blaire wrapped her legs around his hips and clawed at his back as the pressure in her middle exploded outward. The orgasm came so hard and fast she didn’t even have time to cry out his name. All she could do was cling to him as he slammed into her. He paused as pulsing warm fluid flooded her, then reared back and bucked again—warmth, warmth, again and again, until neither one of them had anything left.
Blaire’s entire body was shaking, but that was okay because Gentry was shaking, too. Such deep emotion welled up inside of her as she hugged him close and laid pecking kisses all over his neck and shoulder. God, she loved him. She loved the way he was protective and sweet, understanding and strong. She loved the way they fit together. She loved that he hadn’t just finished without her and left her alone on the bed. He’d flipped her over when he was close and made sure she came with him.