“Where are the condoms?” she asked, proud of her steady voice.
“On the bedside table.”
She reached out through the curtains, located one and laid it on his chest. “You take care of this. Then put your hands behind your head again.”
He didn’t respond verbally, but she heard the rustle of a packet and the sound of latex being rolled into place. Even in the dark, she blushed.
After a moment of silence, she knew he was ready. Gingerly, she slid a leg across his waist and wriggled until she sat on his chest.
Amazingly, Larkin remained still and compliant, though he wheezed. “You’re a tiny thing, but I need to breathe, love.”
His careless use of the four-letter word made her heart contract. He didn’t mean anything by it. Just something a guy said to make a woman feel special. Well, heck…it worked.
In response to his plea, she scooted lower, now with Larkin’s impressive equipment bumping up against her butt. The need to feel him inside her overrode the last of her inhibitions. Carefully, she lifted onto her knees, guided him with her hand and positioned the broad blunt head of his sex against her opening.
The vulnerability of the position gave her pause, but Larkin remained silent and unmoving, shoring up her confidence. Slowly, her breathing jumping all over the map, she forced herself downward, filling her emptiness with Larkin’s life and power. There was some discomfort, but no actual pain. He was big and fully erect. Somehow, the fit was perfect.
She lay forward, finding his lips with hers and kissing him wildly. Without her noticing, he had released his hands and now sifted his fingers through her hair.
“Why are you crying, baby?” he asked, the words tender and soft.
“It’s so wonderful. Why didn’t I know how good it could be?” Her entire world had shifted on its axis, gravity no longer a certain force.
“Because you hadn’t met me yet.”
She slapped his cheek halfheartedly, wanting to deflate his ego, but knowing he had good cause for his arrogance. “Feel free to take over anytime you want,” she muttered. “I think I’ve exhausted my limited repertoire.”
In truth, she didn’t want to move. At this angle, she felt deliciously possessed, completely at his mercy with his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
Apparently she’d had no concept of how her “no touching” rule had constrained him. Scarcely had the words take over left her mouth before he had flipped them, placing her beneath him with her arms outstretched over her head and her wrists manacled in one of his big hands.
He nuzzled her nose with his. “You surprised the hell out of me, Winifred Bellamy. To hell with inexperience—you’re a natural.”
She caught her breath when he flexed his hips, driving himself even deeper. Any moment now, she expected him to move, to climax, to do something. Desire curled low in her belly, dancing along her nerve endings and demanding to be sated.
“Shouldn’t you be getting started?” She lifted her butt off the bed a millimeter, trying to give him the idea. But Larkin was heavy. And not willing to be pushed.
He braced himself on one hand and toyed with her breasts, plucking and twisting the nipples until he forced a groan from deep in her chest. The sound of her own pleasure startled her. She was lost. Larkin wasn’t hers to keep, but after tonight, how could she ever let him go?