Ana turned in his arms, and her eyes swam with such adoration it nearly buckled his knees. No one had ever looked at him like this. Like he was everything.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he warned.
She slipped her arms around his neck and leaned up. “Good.”
He tried to stay gentle, he really did, but when Ana bit his lip and gripped the back of his hair, he lost control over his animal fast. He lifted her onto the workbench and dug his fingers into her hips in desperation to keep himself in check. A growl rattled his throat as she nipped him again. “Careful, woman.”
A whiff of fear, and then nothing but arousal again, and it was plain as day Ana was finding her bravery with him. He smiled against her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He dragged her forward across the table until her legs wrapped around him and her sex pressed against his raging erection. With a soft moan, Ana rolled her hips against his, and he just about lost it. Heaving breath, he trailed kisses down her neck to try and steady himself. His eyes would scare her if she saw them right now, so when she tried to pull his gaze to hers, he closed his eyes and angled his face away from her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, hugging him tightly.
“I want you,” he gritted out. Wanted to be buried inside of her, but she deserved better.
“You can have me. I’ve waited so long for this.” She rested her palm on his cheek and pulled his gaze back to hers again. Honesty pooled in her deep blue eyes when she whispered, “I’m yours.”
“Won’t risk putting a baby in you.”
“You can’t. I’m on the pill.”
Easton grazed her shoulder with his teeth, then kissed it gently. “I don’t know what that means.”
“I’m on medicine that means you can’t get me pregnant.”
Well shit, that was sorcery right there. “It’s too soon.”
Ana huffed a mysterious laugh. “It’s really really not.”
“You’re fragile, and I’ll hurt you.” Why the fuck was he arguing?
One of Ana’s delicate eyebrows arched high. “You won’t impale me, Easton. Just make love to me gently.”
“Gently,” he repeated. That word sounded impossible right now. “Gentle won’t work in here. If I take you on my work bench, I’ll fuck you like a rutting animal.” He pulled her off the table and whipped her around, then strode toward his trailer with her legs still wrapped around his waist. White sheets. Clean bed. His Ana deserved slow and comfortable and easy.
Ana sucked on his neck hard as he carried her through the front door and into his bedroom. Shit she felt so good against him like this. Lowering her back onto the bed, he kissed her lips and rocked his hips against hers. She bowed against the mattress. So sensitive to him. It made this easier. No hesitation. No questions. Everything was natural with her.
Easton lifted off her just enough to pull his shirt over his head. He ducked in to kiss her again, but she said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mister.” Her eyes went wide as she studied his torso. He looked down at himself, but nothing was amiss. He didn’t have scars like Matt or anything unsightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“You just…” Ana looked stunned as she gave a slow-motion blink and shook her head. “You just grew up right.”
“You make no sense.”
But as her palms drifted over his collar bones, down the curve of his pecs and over the ridges of his abs, he understood. She liked the way he looked. Her fingers shook as she unhooked the button of his jeans. Easton grabbed her hand to steady the tremble there. “Are you nervous?”
“A little. You?”
He should be, but he wasn’t. He’d never been surer of anything before. “No.”
She swallowed audibly and unzipped his pants. Then with her fingers inside his briefs, she pushed the remainder of his clothes down his hips. His dick hit air but wasn’t lonely for long. Ana pulled a gentle stroke with her warm hand that conjured a satisfied feral noise from his throat. Arms locked on either side of her head, he rolled his hips with her next pull. Shit he was too sensitive to her. Another minute of this, and he’d cream her shirt. Shirt, shirt, shirt—why was she still wearing a shirt? Straddling her, he pulled her top over her head and marveled at the black lace contraption that was pushing her perky boobs up to her collar bones. Floored, he ripped into her jeans and pulled them down to expose the matching see-through panties.
“Did you wear these for me?”
Ana smiled shyly and nodded. Holy fuck, she was gorgeous. Black lace and blushing cheeks. He could see between her legs. Tiny peeks through the lace. She’d shaved there too. He needed inside of her. Now.