CHAPTER 6

I arched into the touch without meaning to, fingers curling against his chest. The kiss turned hungrier. His hand kneaded my breast more firmly now, rolling the soft flesh, pinching lightly at the sensitive tip until my breath hitched against his mouth. Every squeeze sent little sparks of heat straight down between my legs. I could feel how wet I was already getting, the thin material of my underwear clinging uncomfortably.

He broke the kiss just long enough to drag his mouth along my jaw, then lower, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“Christ,” he muttered against my throat, voice rough. “You’re even softer than you looked.”

His hand left my breast only long enough to tug the neckline of my dress down, freeing one heavy, flushed breast to the cool air of the room. The second his bare palm closed over it again I gasped. Warm skin against warm skin. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make my hips shift restlessly against the sheets.

I was panting now, one hand sliding up into his hair, the other still pressed to his chest as if I needed the anchor.

His mouth was everywhere at once, my lips, my jaw,while his hands worked with a single-minded hunger that left me dizzy.I arched hard off the mattress with a broken gasp.I barely registered the soft sound of fabric tearing as he yanked the rest of the dress down my body. Cool air kissed my bare skin. His hands were already sliding up the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart, and then two thick fingers dragged through the slick heat between my legs. I was soaked, embarrassingly so, and the low, filthy sound he made against my breast told me he felt every bit of it.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough as gravel. “You’re dripping for me already.”My head fell back against the pillows, a helpless moan spilling out as he curled them just right, rubbing that swollen spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb found my clit and circled it in tight, relentless strokes while his mouth moved to the other breast, sucking hard enough to leave me trembling.

I was already close. The dual assault of his fingers and mouth had me shaking, hips rolling against his hand like I couldn’t help myself. He didn’t slow down. If anything he thrust deeper, harder, the wet sound of my arousal loud in the quiet room. When the orgasm hit it tore through me so suddenly I cried out, thighs clamping around his wrist as wave after wave of heat crashed over me.

He didn’t give me time to come down.

The moment my body went soft he was already moving,shoving his jeans and boxers down just far enough to free himself. I caught a glimpse of him thick and hard and flushed dark before he hooked my knees over his elbows and lined up. And then it was pure heat and motion.

He fucked me deep and steady at first Then the rhythm shifted, harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us as he drove into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. My nails scraped down his back. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head; the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, tilting me so every thrust hit that perfect spot.

I came a second time with his name (or whatever half-formed sound I managed) torn from my throat, walls clenching around him so tightly he cursed and buried himself even deeper. He followed a few thrusts later, hips stuttering as he spilled inside me with a low, guttural groan that vibrated against my skin.

For a long moment we stayed like thatbodies locked, breathing ragged, hearts hammering against each other, and the rest was a blur