‘Have you got one?’ Dumb question. He probably had hundreds on him. Maybe even thousands. He probably had his own insignia on them.
‘In my back pocket.’ He walked her backwards further into the suite, his mouth still fused to hers as his hand searched for the protection in the pocket of his jeans.
Angelique took the foil packet off him and saw to the business end of things. She tried not to fumble in her haste but her hands were shaking in anticipation. For most of her adult life she had dreamed and fantasised about feeling this level of lust.
It was overpowering.
Totally consuming.
Unstoppable.
It was as if every nerve in her body was standing up on its tiptoes and screaming out for release. Now! Now! Now!
It made every single encounter she had had—not that there had been many—pale in comparison.
‘You are so damn hot and wet and ready for me,’ he said as he tumbled with her onto the king-sized bed in a sexy tangle of limbs.
‘Yes.’ One word was all she could manage. Her heart was racing, her blood pumping and her flesh tingling as he came over her with his weight.
He hitched up one of her legs over his hip and entered her so deeply she cried out as his thickened flesh stretched hers to capacity. He immediately stilled and looked down at her with a frown knitting his brows together. ‘Am I rushing you?’
Angelique let out a little breath. ‘No... Sorry, I’m a bit out of practice. It’s been a while.’
His dark eyes searched hers. ‘How long?’
‘A few weeks... Months...’
His gaze was still locked on hers. ‘Months?’
‘OK, a year...and a bit. Two, actually...’
‘But the press...’
‘Get it wrong occasionally.’
His frown was still tugging at his forehead like stitches being pulled beneath the skin. ‘Why do you let people say all that stuff about you when it isn’t true?’
Angelique stroked a finger down his sternum, focusing on its journey rather than staying connected with his gaze. ‘I don’t care what people think. I know what’s true. That’s all that matters to me.’
‘Stop distracting me.’ He captured her hand and held it firmly in the cage of his. ‘I want to talk to you.’
She couldn’t help an exaggerated little eye-roll. ‘I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.’
His frown deepened. ‘Will you stop it, for God’s sake? I’m trying to have a sensible conversation with you.’
‘While your body is doing what it’s doing to mine?’ Angelique writhed beneath him. ‘Can’t you feel that?’
He bit back a curse and moved within her. Deeply. Roughly. Urgently. ‘I can’t stop myself from wanting you. I hate myself for it.’
She grabbed at his buttocks and dug her fingers in to hold him in place. ‘I hate myself for it too. I hate you for it. For how you make me feel.’
His mouth curved in an indolent smile. ‘How do I make you feel?’
She tried to glare at him but it didn’t quite work with his body still intimately connected with hers. Instead, she pushed out her bottom lip in a pout. ‘Mad.’
‘I like it when you’re mad at me.’ He gave one slow, deep thrust. ‘It turns me on.’
Angelique felt her belly do a funny little shuffle like the pages of a book being thumbed. Her body was fully aware of him. Excruciatingly so. Every nerve ending was primed for his next thrust. She felt the tension building in her flesh with every erotic movement of his body in hers. He increased the pace and her pleasure rapidly climbed with the pulsating throb of her swollen, sensitised tissues as they each clamoured for release.
He hitched her leg higher over his hip and drove even deeper.
It was like detonating an explosive device.
Angelique felt the explosion deep in her body, radiating out in pulsing waves that ricocheted through her. She shuddered and screamed, a raw, primal-sounding scream that was unlike any other sound she had ever made before. But then she had never felt anything like this before either. She bucked beneath his rocking body to keep the exquisite sensations going for as long as she could. Finally they faded and she was left in a blissful state of lassitude.
But he wasn’t finished with her yet.
He shifted position slightly, slowing his pace until her body was crawling with need once more. She felt the tingling start all over again, the tightening of muscles, the pulse of longing and the steady climb to the summit that was tantalisingly just out of reach.
He slipped a hand underneath her buttocks and raised her as he thrust deeper and faster. She looked at his face, at the taut set to his features as he fought for control. His eyes were hooded, his jaw like honed steel, his breathing sounding harsh and laboured. She had never seen a more erotic sight. A beautifully cut and carved man in full arousal, poised to explode, waiting for that final trigger.