Breathless In Love
Page 40
“I want you. I need you. Now. Right now, damn it. But protection is in the bedroom.” Will leaned over her, murmuring words it took her a moment to understand. “I hadn’t planned on seducing you out here.”
“I seduced you.” Maybe she should have been shocked that she’d told him to drive her fast, fast, faster. Begged him to touch her right here in the garage. But there wasn’t any room for shock amid all the glorious pleasure.
He touched his lips to the pulse beating at her throat, as if he needed to feel the racing of her heart. “You had me seduced at day one.”
Before she could react to his surprisingly beautiful words, he took her with a mind-blowing kiss. It was sexy, decadent, exceptionally naughty, and she closed her eyes and arched up into his body, loving the hard press of him along her entire length. “I have protection.” She wouldn’t let herself feel shy again. Not yet. Not when she had intentions. Just as he had. “In my bag. In the car.”
He moved so quickly to get her bag, she almost laughed out loud. When he handed it to her, she snapped open the clutch and produced a small box of condoms.
“I love a woman who plans ahead.” He gave her a swoon-worthy smile.
But she was too focused on having him—all of him—to notice anything now but the fact that he still had all his clothes on. And she wanted them off.
“I want to touch you.” A wild thrill coursed through her as she gave in to the urge to grab the open neck of his shirt and give it a hard yank with both hands. The buttons popped free, scattering across the concrete.
“Oh my God.” Her hands stilled, holding the edges of his shirt. “You’re so beautiful.”
His chest had a dusting of dark hair across his pectorals and around his nipples, arrowing down to his jeans. Her skin was pale against the darker tones of his rippling muscles. But even this wasn’t enough. She wanted to hold onto his bare shoulders, wanted to strip him the way he’d stripped her.
She started to drag the shirt off his shoulders, but before she could, he leaned over to trap her wrists against the hood.
“Not as pretty as you are.” Holding her down with one hand, he ran his fingers between her breasts at the same time that he shifted his hips between hers.
He was all sexy male and hard flesh, and she needed him to finish what he’d started. What she’d started. Pulling her hands free of his hold, she pushed herself to a sitting position between his legs and tugged on his belt. She wanted to play, tease, see if she could make him as crazy as she felt. After unzipping him, she shoved her thumbs into the waistband at the sides and slowly slid the denim and cotton down until all that hot, hard, gorgeous flesh was in her hands. She felt him throb against her palm, and her breath hitched with the thought of how he’d feel inside her.
“Don’t tease.” His eyes were dark and fathomless.
A shiver of need ran through her as she whispered, “I thought you liked to tease?”
“I do,” he said with a wolfish smile that made her core clench tight and hot. “But I need to be inside you. Right. This. Minute.”
There was something in his hoarse words that made her tremble. She had never felt so desired in her life. No one had needed her in quite this way.
“Yes,” she answered softly as they sheathed him together. “Right this minute.”
He pulled her legs around his waist. “Don’t let go. Hold me tight.”
She had no choice. Holding him tight was the only thing she could do.
The only thing she wanted to do.
But instead of just taking her, he braced himself on the hood and pushed her flat against the metal. Stroking between her legs with his hard heat, he played her in slow, mesmerizing circles. Harper closed her eyes and let sensation take over the rising pulse of her body. She locked her legs around his waist the same way her arms imprisoned his neck and rose up to meet his touch, rolling with his rhythm.
“That’s it, baby, just like that.” Leaning close, he finally moved with a faster pace. “I want you right on the edge when I finally take you.”
His words were as potent as his touch, and she shuddered. Her breath puffed with sounds she barely recognized as her own, and her skin heated.
“Oh God.” She arched her neck. Almost there. One more second. Just one more…
“Now.” He plunged deep.
And she shattered.
* * *
“Harper.”
The way she came apart for him, not holding anything back, giving him all of her pleasure, was enough to make him lose everything right then. But he wanted more. Wanted to see her, to drink in every detail of her pleasure.
She was beautiful in her bliss, her breath coming fast as she arched her neck. The long column of her throat begged for his mouth, but he kept up the slow plunge inside her, forcing her to ride the edge. Her eyelashes fluttered, and sexy little cries fell from her lips.
She grabbed his forearms, her nails digging in with the most delicious pain he’d ever felt. “I don’t... I’ve never...”
“You will,” he promised her. “Take me, baby.” He needed to get as close to her as he could, needing to erase any distance that remained between them. “Please take me. All of me.”
He’d think about the meaning of his words later, but for now, he moved faster, stroked harder, went deeper. So deep he could lose himself in her. Become one with her.
With a soft cry, she anchored herself to him, her arms around his neck, her body hugging him, her legs tight at his waist.
“I seduced you.” Maybe she should have been shocked that she’d told him to drive her fast, fast, faster. Begged him to touch her right here in the garage. But there wasn’t any room for shock amid all the glorious pleasure.
He touched his lips to the pulse beating at her throat, as if he needed to feel the racing of her heart. “You had me seduced at day one.”
Before she could react to his surprisingly beautiful words, he took her with a mind-blowing kiss. It was sexy, decadent, exceptionally naughty, and she closed her eyes and arched up into his body, loving the hard press of him along her entire length. “I have protection.” She wouldn’t let herself feel shy again. Not yet. Not when she had intentions. Just as he had. “In my bag. In the car.”
He moved so quickly to get her bag, she almost laughed out loud. When he handed it to her, she snapped open the clutch and produced a small box of condoms.
“I love a woman who plans ahead.” He gave her a swoon-worthy smile.
But she was too focused on having him—all of him—to notice anything now but the fact that he still had all his clothes on. And she wanted them off.
“I want to touch you.” A wild thrill coursed through her as she gave in to the urge to grab the open neck of his shirt and give it a hard yank with both hands. The buttons popped free, scattering across the concrete.
“Oh my God.” Her hands stilled, holding the edges of his shirt. “You’re so beautiful.”
His chest had a dusting of dark hair across his pectorals and around his nipples, arrowing down to his jeans. Her skin was pale against the darker tones of his rippling muscles. But even this wasn’t enough. She wanted to hold onto his bare shoulders, wanted to strip him the way he’d stripped her.
She started to drag the shirt off his shoulders, but before she could, he leaned over to trap her wrists against the hood.
“Not as pretty as you are.” Holding her down with one hand, he ran his fingers between her breasts at the same time that he shifted his hips between hers.
He was all sexy male and hard flesh, and she needed him to finish what he’d started. What she’d started. Pulling her hands free of his hold, she pushed herself to a sitting position between his legs and tugged on his belt. She wanted to play, tease, see if she could make him as crazy as she felt. After unzipping him, she shoved her thumbs into the waistband at the sides and slowly slid the denim and cotton down until all that hot, hard, gorgeous flesh was in her hands. She felt him throb against her palm, and her breath hitched with the thought of how he’d feel inside her.
“Don’t tease.” His eyes were dark and fathomless.
A shiver of need ran through her as she whispered, “I thought you liked to tease?”
“I do,” he said with a wolfish smile that made her core clench tight and hot. “But I need to be inside you. Right. This. Minute.”
There was something in his hoarse words that made her tremble. She had never felt so desired in her life. No one had needed her in quite this way.
“Yes,” she answered softly as they sheathed him together. “Right this minute.”
He pulled her legs around his waist. “Don’t let go. Hold me tight.”
She had no choice. Holding him tight was the only thing she could do.
The only thing she wanted to do.
But instead of just taking her, he braced himself on the hood and pushed her flat against the metal. Stroking between her legs with his hard heat, he played her in slow, mesmerizing circles. Harper closed her eyes and let sensation take over the rising pulse of her body. She locked her legs around his waist the same way her arms imprisoned his neck and rose up to meet his touch, rolling with his rhythm.
“That’s it, baby, just like that.” Leaning close, he finally moved with a faster pace. “I want you right on the edge when I finally take you.”
His words were as potent as his touch, and she shuddered. Her breath puffed with sounds she barely recognized as her own, and her skin heated.
“Oh God.” She arched her neck. Almost there. One more second. Just one more…
“Now.” He plunged deep.
And she shattered.
* * *
“Harper.”
The way she came apart for him, not holding anything back, giving him all of her pleasure, was enough to make him lose everything right then. But he wanted more. Wanted to see her, to drink in every detail of her pleasure.
She was beautiful in her bliss, her breath coming fast as she arched her neck. The long column of her throat begged for his mouth, but he kept up the slow plunge inside her, forcing her to ride the edge. Her eyelashes fluttered, and sexy little cries fell from her lips.
She grabbed his forearms, her nails digging in with the most delicious pain he’d ever felt. “I don’t... I’ve never...”
“You will,” he promised her. “Take me, baby.” He needed to get as close to her as he could, needing to erase any distance that remained between them. “Please take me. All of me.”
He’d think about the meaning of his words later, but for now, he moved faster, stroked harder, went deeper. So deep he could lose himself in her. Become one with her.
With a soft cry, she anchored herself to him, her arms around his neck, her body hugging him, her legs tight at his waist.
