He’d done one thing right in his life. For whatever reason, this woman had never experienced what she was feeling right now. It was almost enough to make him forget the ache that sank teeth into him.
Perrie surfaced, every nerve in her body alive and glowing. Then she felt the coiled tension in his body and reminded herself that only she had found satisfaction.
She discovered something else new on this startling night. Instead of dreading the need for the man with her to be satisfied, she was eager. Hungry, even.
Perrie slipped from Mitch’s arms and fastened her mouth to his throat. He groaned, and she licked her way up his neck. Straddling him, she clasped his face in her hands and indulged them both in a deep, hungry kiss. She’d thought herself sated but realized now that this was only the beginning of what they could savor together.
She wanted him naked, too, wanted to touch him all over. Fingers clumsy with need, Perrie tore at the buttons of his jeans.
When Perrie’s hunger enveloped them both, Mitch felt the renewed bite of his own. Gritting his teeth to maintain his control, Mitch replaced her hands with his own and in seconds had his clothes off and spread her naked beneath him.
Perrie gasped. Mitch jerked his gaze to hers, expecting fear. She was so small, so fragile.
Instead he saw a need that flared as hot as his own.
“Don’t move.” Afraid she might vanish, he kept his eyes on her as he fumbled for his wallet.
She frowned, but the line between her brows smoothed when she saw what he was doing. “I never even thought…” Her cheeks went to rose.
“I barely did.” His fingers were suddenly too big. In desperation he tore at the packet with his teeth.
Before he could roll it on, she halted him, her fingers hesitating. “Can I…” The glance she cast was both greedy and uncertain.
He closed his eyes, grasping at the last threads of his discipline.
Small fingers curled around his bare flesh, and he hissed through his teeth.
She released him immediately. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this.”
That bastard. Mitch smothered his rage at the man who’d tainted what should be beautiful. “You’re doing fine. It’s just…it’s been a long time, and you touching me is so…”
Her eyes widened. Then the delicate fairy smiled like a siren, wicked and slow. “So I shouldn’t be sorry?”
“You should come here,” he growled. He took the condom and made quick work of covering himself then somehow, despite how badly he wanted her, he moved over her carefully, holding his weight off her, every muscle rigid with the screaming power of his craving.
He beat it back again…but just barely.
Abruptly she levered up and took his mouth as he wanted to take her body, fast and hard.
Oh, God. “You are killing me,” he gasped. “I don’t know how long I can hold off.”
Another wicked smile was his answer. “I hope you won’t. I really hope you won’t. I’ve never…” She blushed again. “It’s never been like this,” she whispered.
Which only revved up his craving about a thousand per cent.
But he looked at her again, so small against him, and saw the nerves behind the smile.
With one smooth motion, he reversed their positions, spreading her across his groin, holding her hips in his hands, brushing her lush, wet heat against him.
His whole body shivered. “Take me inside you, Perrie,” he groaned. “Before I die.”
Her eyes lit, her hands gripped his shoulders as she lowered herself on him.
And then…paradise. Wet and warm, so tight he gritted his teeth against a pleasure so sharp he would surely die.
But what a way to go.
Slowly she slid down his length, and Mitch died a little more with each inch. He felt the tip of her womb and gripped her hips to stop so he wouldn’t hurt her.
But she rocked her pelvis again and seated him to the hilt. Then Perrie, sweet, innocent Perrie, took him on the ride of his life.
All the Perries he had seen flashed behind his eyes, the gentle mother, the laughing storyteller, the small tiger who’d defended her cub. But above him now was a different woman, a small Valkyrie filled with courage and fire and a smoldering sensuality that sucked the breath from his lungs.
Eyes closed, head thrown back, golden hair swaying over plump breasts, she was a goddess, a Scheherazade to beguile a man’s senses.
Perrie opened her eyes then, her body alive with the sensation of Mitch deep inside her, her skin rippling with gooseflesh from the glory of his touch. She looked down into eyes gone dark chocolate, velvety-soft yet burning with challenge.
“Mitch, I don’t—I want—”
He seemed to understand, reversing their positions in one swift move, rising above her like some pagan god. His strokes went deeper yet, and Perrie gasped.