He laughed, low and deep. “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or terrified at your expectations of my stamina.”
“I like to be prepared.”
He grabbed one of the foil packets and rolled it on. “It’s always good to be prepared.”
She dragged him back. He thrust into her and she cried out. He immediately stopped.
“Are you okay?”
She tried to keep from thrashing under him, but her body cried out for him. Needed him. “God, yes. Again. Please. Rick,” she gasped, clutching at him.
He didn’t wait. He drove into her hard and fast. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her moans growing louder as her climax peaked and crashed over her. She held on to him for dear life as wave after wave washed through her. A few strokes more and he came, pulsing into her with a groan.
He eased himself to his side, careful to keep from crushing her. They lay side by side, chests heaving as they sucked in deep breaths.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said when he could talk again.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”.
He leaned back over her for a leisurely but very thorough kiss. By the time he was done, her body was humming, craving him again.
He got up briefly to dispose of the condom, and then he rejoined her in the bed.
“My turn to play,” she said, pushing him onto his back. “You had your fun.”
“I’m barely getting started,” he said, his hands trailing up to grasp her waist.
“And I very much look forward to you finishing. But first…” She leaned down so she could briefly kiss him before she moved on to his neck and across his collarbone. Her lips trailed over the rock-hard planes of his chest and stomach. He was so unbelievably sexy. Her hands ached to trace every inch of him.
When her hands closed over the long, hard length of him his breath hissed out.
“Hmm,” she murmured. “Look what I’ve found.”
He let her stroke him, her hands running from tip to root and back again. But when she tried to bend to take him in her mouth, he stopped her.
“I won’t last more than two seconds if you do that. And there are other things I want to do first.”
“Really? Even after what we just did?”
He laughed, and the sound rippled through her. “Oh, that barely took the edge off.”
Before she could say anything, he flipped her over, and she landed with a laugh on her back. This time when his lips met hers he took his time. Slowly and gently, his mouth moved over hers. Like he was committing the contours of her lips to memory. He kissed her until her head spun, not touching any other part of her. It was the most sensual thing she’d ever experienced.
Kissing was such an intimate act. Up close and personal. And the way Rick kissed her was even more so. Every brush of his lips drove her closer to that precipice in her heart, the one she’d never allowed herself to fall over before. That way meant danger. She didn’t do danger. Not that kind. She did fun. She did temporary.
But these kisses…these weren’t temporary. He wasn’t merely kissing her. He was worshipping her. And she knew every touch would haunt her memory for the rest of her days, long after he’d gone.
She tried not to think of that. She pushed all those thoughts from her mind. There wasn’t room for them. There was only room for him.
With the first brush of his hand down her body, she nearly came off the bed, arching under him, trying to force more contact. The wicked chuckle that escaped his lips had her eyes flying open in surprise. Well, well. Her Goody Two-shoes could be a little devil, after all.
“Hold still,” he commanded.
He ran his hand up her side, covering a breast for the briefest of moments before bending to take it in his mouth. Her hands fisted in the sheets beneath her, and she whimpered his name.
He had no mercy, lavishing careful, calculated attention over every bit of her body until each cell screamed for him to complete her. Fill her, ease her. Her entire being cried out for release.
“Please,” she begged. She couldn’t take it anymore, and he’d barely touched her.
He grabbed another condom and rolled it on, then eased into her, one slow, delicious inch at a time. She shivered beneath him, every nerve ending on overload.
This wasn’t some random hookup. He was making slow, exquisite love to her. And every stroke of his body marked her as his. Ruined her for anyone else.
When the pressure finally burst in a flood of pleasure, she could do nothing more than cling to him as he found his own release. They lay together, muscles trembling, still connected and entwined and too raw and exposed to move.
Chapter Fourteen
Gina blinked and turned her face from the warm sun that filtered in through her blinds. The sight that met her on the other side was even better. But one that made her unexpectedly shy. She rolled back over, careful not to wake him, and was half tempted to sneak out of bed and take off. Or at the very least get spruced up a bit and wait for him in the front room. Waking up with Rick beside her was more intimate than she thought possible.