Suddenly Sexy(41)

His eyes were hot blue flames as he looked at her. "I see you, you see me, let's have sex."

"But I'm not wearing the appropriate underwear!" She would die if he saw her in the thong.

"I don’t care. You won't be wearing any in a minute."

He leaned over and kissed her deeply, knocking all sense out of her. How was she supposed to resist him when he kissed like that? He gently pried the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms then stepped back to look at her.

"You're amazing, Maddie." His voice, so close and low, rumbled deep in his chest and awakened a primal urge within her. "I can't get enough of you."

He unhooked her bra and filled his palms with her breasts, stroking the nipples with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. She might have moaned but she'd never admit to that later.

Later. She didn't want to think about that. She wanted to get lost in the now, in his hands, his mouth, his body.

He stood and took off his jeans and boxers and his erection sprang free. Oh boy. The graffiti on the girl's toilets hadn't exaggerated. In fact, it hadn't given him justice. She curled her fingers around the thick shaft and stroked, earning a low growl from deep within his chest.

A bead of moisture gathered at the tip and she rubbed it down his length with her thumb, bringing her hand back up before plunging to the base again. She touched her tongue to the second drop that formed, wanting to taste him.

He pulled away. "No. I won't last." He sucked in air through his teeth and clenched his jaw. "But hold that thought for next time."

He unzipped her jeans, then slowly pulled them down. He stopped the southward progress when they reached her thighs. His knuckles grazed her skin at her hip, just below the side string of her underwear. Damn it, why did have to stop now?

"I thought you said you weren't wearing appropriate underwear." His gaze skittered to her face. "Here's a tip. Thongs are always appropriate."

He removed her jeans then stood back, like Van Gogh admiring his latest masterpiece. A strange little smile crept over his lips and his gaze traveled her body until it met hers. Something odd and fierce dwelled in their blue depths. Not hunger, which she expected, but more...possessive and yet protective at the same time. Primal.

She’d never seen that look in any man’s eyes before. Not for her. And especially not without her clothes on.

But she’d never made love to a man in the daytime so she might have missed it.

"As much as I love these," he tugged on her thong with a finger, "they’ve got to go." He lifted her ass off the bed then removed the thong with one expert move. "Better," he said thickly.

He moved on top of her, hovering, and leaned on one arm while his other hand explored her hip. He drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking and releasing then licking over and over until she thought she'd go insane under the assault of pleasure. When the hand caressing her hip moved to her inner thigh and stroked her flesh she knew she was definitely going insane but she didn't care. The movement, slow and sensual at first, increased and she melted into the fingers like an iceberg in the tropics.

Then his finger shifted, just a fraction, and touched her most private place. Oh. Oh! She gasped and bucked into his hand.

Surprised by her body’s reaction, she shuffled away. "Mmm, that felt good."

"Then why did you move?"

"I..." She couldn’t answer that. Why had she moved? It had felt nice. No, better than nice. It had felt amazing, delicious, thrilling.

But she couldn’t tell him that. Couldn’t tell him that her body was doing weird things without her consent. Sam’s skilled fingers were making her forget what she was doing and that was bad. Dangerous. Just why, she couldn’t quite work out.

No, she could tell him none of that. She couldn’t even form the words let alone make coherent sentences, so she did the next best thing. She caught his face in her hands and kissed him. Long, deep and hard.

"Enter me," she whispered against his lips.

He drew back, blinked at her. "But don't you want to—"

"I want you to enter me." Yes. It’s definitely what she wanted. That’s how it went. A bit of foreplay to make her ready—all good there—and then get down to the serious business of intercourse.

"No," he said.

She frowned at him. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean no." Suddenly he looked dark and dangerous, in a tumbled kind of way. "I don’t know about the other guys you’ve had, but I like to give a woman some pleasure first."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I want you to enjoy this."

"I will." She reached down and stroked his erection. It was smooth and hard, like the rest of him.