“Glad to hear you admit it.”
She traced her fingers along his jaw. “I was afraid to want you.”
“And now?”
Her eyes flicked to his. “I’m in too deep to back out now.”
The lust in his eyes banked for a moment as a serious expression crossed his face. “I understand exactly what you mean.”
“Then let’s enjoy it,” she said. “Who knows what will come next?”
“Hopefully sex. Lots and lots of sex.” Grabbing her around the waist he tossed her onto the makeshift bed and crawled onto it after her.
“Mmm,” she said, sliding back to make room for him. “There are so many things I want to do with you.”
“We’ll do them all,” he promised, rising over her. “Then we’ll repeat them until you forget your own name.”
“See? You’re just full of brilliant ideas.”
“Exactly what I’ve been saying.” Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them over her head with a strong hand.
A thrill raced through her at his dominance. She organized her life with such steely control it was rather nice to have it taken from her. Her stomach knotted as he ran his lips down her throat, pressing a heated kiss above her racing pulse.
“Hayden,” she sighed, shifting under him to cradle him between her thighs. His mouth continued its descent until he reached her breasts. He caught one peaked nipple in his mouth, and she bit her lip.
Don’t you dare stop.
Electricity shot through her veins as his tongue lapped the sensitive nub. She bit her lip when he blew cool air against the skin, and her hands twisted in the borrowed bedding.
“So responsive,” he purred. “I could play with you for hours, learning each and every way your body tightens for me.”
“Later,” she moaned, arching under him. She’d wanted him for months. Their play in the hotel had only fanned the flame. She was all for exploring his body, but right now, she wanted him inside her.
One finger pressed against her panties, stroking her through the material.
“Yes,” she breathed as he shifted his attention to her other breast.
Avery closed her eyes, giving herself up to the sensations pulsing through her body.
She’d thought their night at the gala had been fiery because it had been a one-time thing. There’d been no need for inhibitions. But now she realized that hadn’t been it at all. It was just them.
We’re explosive together.
And it wasn’t a feeling she ever wanted to let go of.
Hayden rose above her on one arm, staring down at her before he brushed her lips with his. She sighed against his mouth when his hand pushed the fabric of her underwear aside and stroked her wet slit directly.
So good.
She arched at the touch, pleasure rushing through her. There was nothing hesitant about the way he played with her. Sure fingers circled her clit, forcing a cry from her as she rocked her pelvis against his hand. Closing her eyes, she focused on the pounding desire bubbling within her. An orgasm was tantalizingly close, and she couldn’t stop her hips from rocking against his hand. She wanted that sweet release, and there was only so much she could do to achieve it pinned beneath him.
Her body tightened, ready to explode, and as if sensing how close she was, Hayden stopped.
“No,” she moaned, writhing under him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Just a moment,” he said, releasing her.
He shifted back, his hands going to his fly. Avery reached down to divest herself of her panties as he kicked his jeans and boxers over the side of the bed.
“Oh yes,” she said, rolling him onto his back so she could run a single finger along his cock. “It’s been a while since you let me see this particular sight.”
“Far, far too long,” he agreed, hissing in a breath as she rubbed her thumb over the sensitive crown. “If I ever get the notion to be chivalrous again, feel free to whack me.”
“I thought it was sweet,” she said, pressing her lips to his navel, her tongue flicking out to tease him. “But it did leave the scales rather unbalanced between us.”
“Avery,” he moaned as she kissed her way lower, his cock gripped in one hand. “I won’t last.”
“You will,” she denied, positioning herself between his legs. “Just think of what comes after the play.”
He groaned. “That doesn’t help.”
“Does this?” Her tongue darted out to taste the silky crown of his cock.
“No,” he shouted, arching from the bed. “Just the opposite.”
“Still able to form sentences, hmm?” she said, pumping her hand up and down. “I’m doing something wrong.”