Worried she’d somehow hurt him, she glanced up and offered a quick apology. “I just wanted to touch you.”
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her. Every stroke of his tongue lessened her concern until she finally relaxed into the kiss and matched him need for need. It was some time later when he at last broke away, allowing them to drag much needed air into their lungs.
“Believe me, I want your hands on me more than anything,” he said with a sly grin. “But I won’t last more than five seconds if you so much as attempt to give me a handjob, much less anything else.”
“Oh…” If she’d been gifted with the instinct for flirting like most women, she would have come up with a sexy retort for that. As it was, she had to stop herself from rattling off statistics of premature ejaculation for a virile man of his age, which made his statement unlikely. She swallowed nervously. Yep. Better to stick with “oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” he said with a soft chuckle. He reached over and snagged a condom from the nightstand before rising up to sit back on his heels. She was vaguely aware of him using his teeth to tear the end off the foil wrapper, but the chiseled contours of his body had stolen her desire to focus on anything else.
Pulling herself into a sitting position, she raised her hands. His motions stilled. His broad chest heaved as he watched and waited. The well-defined muscles jumped at the first touch of her fingertips. She trailed them over his pecs, followed the light dusting of hair that tapered to a V at his sternum before disappearing. Her fingers undulated over the shallow blocks of his abs and she watched in fascination as they rippled under her attentions.
Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and trailed open-mouth kisses over his stomach and the delicious lines of his obliques. One of his hands plunged into her mass of hair and clenched tight with a low groan. “Fuck. You’re torturing me, Aly, you know that?”
She had an inkling, but to hear him say the words gave her a surge of female empowerment she’d never felt before. None of her past partners had ever reacted like this. Like a base need for her was eating at them, and it was only a matter of seconds before they lost all control.
With her hands still resting on his lower abs, she lifted her head and peered up to meet his hot gaze. “Your body is amazing,” she said. “It’s a shame you keep it hidden all the time. You should show it off more often.”
He released the hold on her hair for a softer touch on the side of her face. “I could say the same to you.” She lowered her eyes and knew a flush probably had colored her from chest to cheeks, but he guided her face back up. “I mean it, Aly. I look at you and completely lose myself. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Thank you.” And she meant it. She soaked up the compliment like a sponge. It spread through her, filling in the cracks that had formed from going too long without the attention of a man.
“Now,” he said, holding up the condom, “let’s get this taken care of so I can show you how beautiful you really are.”
“Allow me,” she said, plucking it from his fingers with a shy smile. Alyssa returned her focus to his unflagging erection and smoothed the condom down his length, inch by inch. She bit the insides of her cheeks to hide her amusement at the strained noises he made. If she took an exorbitant amount of time completing her task, it was purely coincidental.
As soon as she finished, he muttered a relieved, “’Bout damn time,” and ripped her panties from her body.
Before her next breath, Dillon used one hand to grab the strap between her wrists and haul her arms up as he pushed her back to the bed. With him over her again and settling his hips onto hers, she felt a new rush of warmth in her center.
Holding himself up with the arm keeping her hands above her head, he guided himself to the opening of her sex. A single thrust had him completely seated inside her. Eyes slammed shut, she threw her head back and arched into him. He filled and stretched her in a way that felt perfect and right, and for a split second, she worried how long the inevitable sense of loss would plague her in the aftermath. She knew the rules. He wanted her on a temporary basis, then back to being just friends. An ache was already forming a knot in her chest, pulling her from enjoying each delicious slide of his body against hers.
“Aly, look at me.”
The gravelly command pulled her back into the moment. Back to where their bodies pressed flush and their shallow breaths mingled. Back to him.
He stared down at her with the intensity of a man who knew what he wanted and knew he would have it. But underlying the male bravado was something else, something…less.